"God lifted me into that house, and it's like I never went outside," she says. "Now I feel like I'm outdoors. I'm outdoors."
New Orleans ain't Kansas, part II: Now pinned to the bulletin boards of a number of local coffee shops
around New Orleans
It's unclear if this flyer, spotted in the Faubourg St .John and the Faubourg Marigny recently, is a joke, a scam, or an honest appeal for some freelance work. Whatever it is, it seems like it could be a launching point for a risque and very New Orleans kind of story:
"I'm Italian girl and I'm looking for a work like nude model for painters. In Italy I've worked with many art school like 'Accademia di belle Arti de Brera', ' Scuola del fumetto,' ' fondazione Sacro cuore,' and with painters. I'm here to improve my English and do volunteering. If you want my curriculum vitae and my pictures this is my phone number..."
Maybe she's just a nice Italian girl. But it's difficult for imaginations not to run wild in New Orleans. A certain familiarity with sin has been a bankable tourist draw — and sometimes, an unpleasant fact of life — for a very long time here. Herbert Asbury, author of the New York gangland chronicle "Gangs of New York," chronicled the sordid history of New Orleans' demimonde in a 1936 book titled "The French Quarter." It runs to more than 450 pages.
Asbury, who relished a scandal, alleged that the city's tolerance of "lapses from the strict moral code" dated to the administration of the French Governor Marquis de Vaudreuil, in the mid 18th century. However, Asbury said, it was under American rule that New Orleans "embarked upon its golden age of glamour and spectacular wickedness and attained its full stature as a city of sin and gayety unique on the North American Continent."
Noted: Almost all of the numbers were torn off of the flyer at the Fair Grinds Coffeehouse in Faubourg St. John.
New Orleans ain't Kansas: an overheard joke...
somewhere in New Orleans
"A man and his friend are walking on Tchoupitoulas Street when a car pulls up and shoots the guy's friend. He's lying there bleeding, so his friend calls 911.