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About New York City

But here’s the kicker—growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—they see shit we don’t. Like, the secrets, the lies, the late-night confessions. One time, I heard ‘bout this whore who blackmailed a politician—had his balls in a vice, figuratively, ha! Made me laugh my ass off—smart as fuck, she was. “This is not a time for fear,” she prolly said, channellin’ Royal himself, smirkin’ while cashin’ in. Love that shit—clever bitches rule.

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"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Photos: Sweet sounds and scenes on the final day of Jazz Fest in New Orleans