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The French Quarter
Yes, I remember Bourbon Street: The pulse of jazz; the girls (and boys Done up as girls) in clubs outside Which barkers make their ribald noise; The tourists slurping...
Bah!
Mired deep in winter solstice cold and gloom, Craving festivities aglow with cheer, We lose our heads and foolishly assume Debt weโll regret all through the coming year. Our...