My midwestern Puritanical mind is fascinated by the sex for sale in New Orleans. Shop fronts call out "Sex Store!" or "Naked Ladies Inside!" or "Buy Your Vibrator Here!". A random drunk guy pinched my nipple today. During Mardi Gras, beads are exchanged for boob flashes. Sex, sex, sex.
I love that this city is rich with magic and religion and history and alcohol, and right in the middle of all of that, there's sex. Everywhere.
NGS would find most of this disgusting, I wager.




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