Who’s News In New Orleans Escorts.

When Katrina hit, I mourned. My nephew (who lives mostly with his father)
lost his house and had to move to Houston for several months. My sister, a
reporter for a local TV station, evacuated to my apartment in Boston for a few
days before returning to Louisiana to continue working and became the de facto
New Orleans bureau chief (because she lived in the French Quarter on high
ground, she was one of the only people at her station who had a place to go
home to every night; the rest of them operated out of a sister studio in
Mobile, AL, sleeping in a motel). A few weeks after the storm, I caught her on
the phone while she was at a strip club—the only people in town, she
explained, were National Guardsmen and reporters, so the only places open were
strip joints.

See the full article from “Watching the Watchers.org (blog)”