After night fell, the smell of rose water. Of old perfume. Mixing with smoke and Bourbon. Young men with southern accents dressing like old men, ordering milk and cookies. And old men carrying tubas in the street as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They say, "Hey baby" and smile. Women with hips and boyish-figured feminine women in ( Read more... )

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