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This week, he published a new ebook titled, Music, Food, and Death – The State Of New Orleans Through The Eyes Of The Strippers. The story paints a vivid and compassionate picture of strippers and service workers trying to rebuild their lives in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
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[John Buffalo Mailer] – I first went to New Orleans when I was eighteen years old. It was my first road trip with a buddy and we set out from New York at midnight, drove through the night, and found ourselves in New Orleans by 10pm. It might as well have been 6:30. The streets were alive with music and drink and incredible food. The whole city seemed like a walking party to our eighteen year old sensibilities. It did not take me more than a couple of days to realize that New Orleans held for me the best of original American culture. After Katrina, as I like so many others watched the devastation and disast …

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… 03 “Right Place, Wrong Time,” airing April 25, 2010: Antoine’s gig on Bourbon Street creates tensions at home, as Desiree accuses him of cheating on her with a stripper. Sprung by Toni after harassing the National Guard, Davis attempts to repay the Bernettes by offering piano lessons to their daughter Sophie. After a short visit from her husband Larry, LaDonna visits his brother, a judge, in hopes of getting information on Daymo’s whereabouts. Sonny is irked when Annie is offered a gig playing with pianist Tom McDermott on her birthday. Bummed that he’s been left off the guest list for an NYC benefit concert, Antoine gets toasted – and later arrested. Aroused by a well-endowed mystery woman in Treme, Davis wines and dines Janette and ends up taking her home, again. While Delmond is in New York recording with piano legend Dr. John, Albert finds the body of his tribe’s “wild man” in the ravaged Lower Ninth Ward. (Story by David Simon and David Mills; teleplay by David Mills; directed by Ernest Dickerson.)

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CLEVELAND — LeBron James broke another record Friday night. Cleveland’s superstar became the franchise’s all-time leader in minutes played with 21,573 in the Cavaliers’ game against the Detroit Pistons. James became the record holder after playing 5 minutes of the first quarter. He passed Zydrunas Ilgauskas, who became the franchise leader earlier this season.
Ex-NBA star returning to face sex trafficking case
SAN ANTONIO — Former NBA All-Star Alvin Robertson waived his extradition rights and is returning to San Antonio to face charges of sexual assault of a child and sex trafficking.
Bexar County Sheriff’s Deputy Ino Badillo says Robertson is expected to arrive Friday. He was arrested in Bentonville, Ark., a week ago after Texas authorities issued a warrant.
The 47-year-old former San Antonio Spurs’ player is accused of being part of a sex trafficking ring that kidnapped a 14-year-old girl last April. The teen was allegedly forced to have sex with men around San Antonio and to dance at a Corpus Christi strip club.

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It’s back to the Principal’s place for an afternoon of more beer pong, keg stands and meat — we are savages after all. And after all day shenanigans with some locals, the Principal sets a midnight meeting at his office.
Panther Daniel and I set off in a cab for the French Quarter. A few blocks off Bourbon, we drift into a gentleman’s establishment that makes the Clermont Lounge look more glee club than strip club. Panther and I double the number of patrons in the club with our entrance. One of the two dancers working makes her way over to us. I can’t remember her name, but we’ll call her “the Big Easy” and her partner in crime “the Bigger Easy.”
“This isn’t really a strip club,” Big E leans in and whispers. “It’s more of a brothel.”

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As we approached a particularly drunk group of men, wondering why such a congregation had formed, I looked up at the apartment’s windows only to see three pairs of boobs looking back down at me. One girl had her breasts out of her pulled down bra, her shirt bunched up near her neck. She simply sat with her boobs out as the guy sitting next to her on the windowsill jiggled them around and yelled to the audience to throw her beads. The second woman, a little more outgoing than the first, kept pulling up her shirt to expose her abnormally large breasts while yelling out a “woo” with each lift.
Finally, the third pair of sweater monkeys I had the “pleasure” of seeing belonged to a girl that seemed incredibly sure of herself. She had completely taken off her shirt and bra, apparently allowing for easier access and numerous showings to the awaiting crowd. Acting as a true stripper would, she would hold herself …

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As we approached a particularly drunk group of men, wondering why such a congregation had formed, I looked up at the apartment’s windows only to see three pairs of boobs looking back down at me. One girl had her breasts out of her pulled down bra, her shirt bunched up near her neck. She simply sat with her boobs out as the guy sitting next to her on the windowsill jiggled them around and yelled to the audience to throw her beads. The second woman, a little more outgoing than the first, kept pulling up her shirt to expose her abnormally large breasts while yelling out a “woo” with each lift.
Finally, the third pair of sweater monkeys I had the “pleasure” of seeing belonged to a girl that seemed incredibly sure of herself. She had completely taken off her shirt and bra, apparently allowing for easier access and numerous showings to the awaiting crowd. Acting as a true stripper would, she would hold herself …

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I have committed 100,000 crimes, and those crimes were just about all the same: selling people a good time they desperately wanted. Only the products and the charges were shuffled—rarely the transaction at the bottom of it all. My sin was the sale of consensual fun, which is up there with cussin’ and coveting your neighbor’s wife on the bullshit sin list.
The moral of my story is that sometimes crime pays and pays and pays. Outside of the few prison assignments I did not escape through green-palming guards and trustees, I have not done an honest day’s work since I was a teenager, yet I’ve owned strip clubs, bars, casinos, brothels, and even a goddamn bank. I made my bread exclusively through the purchase and sale of the sort of fun no one wants you to have. Don’t take the word of an irredeemable convict: you can read every letter of my 1600-page FBI file, my dozens of Louisiana criminal indictments, and my various divorce settlements without finding a single reference to anything resembling respectable employment.

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For Rent: One Lovely Soulard Loft With Stripper Pole
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Unreal was stunned. An apartment with its own stripper pole? And off-street parking? In Soulard? It seemed too good to be true. So we e-mailed landlord Troy Roberts, who had posted the ad.
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Had a tennant [sic] who asked if he could do a few things to the place — and this is sort of what morphed out. Its a nice, big, great location without the extras.  Put the platform similar/same wood to the floor with the pole, mirrors around, lights the whole nine yards. Place also decked out with great lighting sconces and spot track lights, granite counter top glass block bar and walk out deck on the upper level. But the stripper pole, DEFINITELY the focal point and the extras compliment it nicely.

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Then they turned ahead the hands of time by having Tom Petty, whose first hit was on the radio when Rosalyn Carter was still hanging drapes in the White House. After that? AARP cover boy (really) Bruce Springsteen. And now we get The Who. And it’s not even The Who. It’s Who’s Left. Keith Moon died from an overdose of pills (for a rock ‘n roll drummer, that’s “natural causes”) in ‘78. Monster bass player John Entwistle died from a cocaine overdose while humping a stripper in Las Vegas in 2002 (again, “natural causes”). So that left The Who with a creaky, preening front man suffering from LSD (Lead Singer Disease), and a cranky old guitar player with a shady interest in child porn who shambled onstage looking like the befuddled granddad of Axl Timberlake. It was like watching a couple of 65-year-olds out there, flailing around like they were singing “Those Were The Days” at their daughter’s retirement party. Oh, wait—they ARE a couple of 65-year-olds.

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Jockularity for Tuesday, Feb. 9
By Greg FrazierDaily News Sports Editor
Posted: 02/09/2010 07:15:02 AM PST
Updated: 02/09/2010 07:15:03 AM PST
The Florida Sun-Sentinel’s Dave Hyde, after Vikings tackle Bryant McKinnie was kicked off the Pro Bowl team: “It was his first Pro Bowl, and he evidently was so taken by the honor that he celebrated it by, well, celebrating. And celebrating. He missed four of the five NFC practices, a team meeting, the team photo, and last anyone heard from his Twitter account, was leaving South Beach, evidently for a North Dade strip club. Man, that was such a fun sentence to write I need a cigarette.”
ESPN The Magazine’s Rick Reilly, daring to dream of a Saints victory: “Can you imagine? A Super Bowl parade in New Orleans? It would make Mardi Gras look like two boys pulling a beagle in a wagon.”

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