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Spent the day walking around looking for some parts, in
the Internet café, writing stories and generally being useful. In the evening we walked up and down Bourbon Street, chatting to people, listening to music and test driving the odd bit of food and drink.
We even popped into a strip joint for about 10
minutes. I have discovered an easy way to torture men … it is just a bit slow!
Got home at 1 am after a row with the dark taxi driver for trying to rip us off.
With respect, the black people here are very
difficult to understand. They have their own dialect of American English. Actually sometimes it sounds like a different language.
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