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Anyway, they’re tough, messy, real—screw the haters. Dr. Evil approves—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—whores run the world, lowkey. Watch *White Material*, you’ll see what I mean. Now, where’s my evil coffee?

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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