Who’s News In New Orleans Escorts.

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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