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State troopers in from all over.
I don't like having to do that.
It's bigger than Christmas, and bigger than New Year's.
After a bit of flirting, he escorts me in.
I tried to get away, but her boyfriend was there too.
New Orleanians joke that there could be a presidential coup and no one here would know or care.
And I was like I'm here, hey
She kept yelling, I got you!
Private rooms are where a dancer makes her real money.