Victoria Ashleigh
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The clacking of heels echoes off the sidewalk as I make my way down Main Street. I'm surrounded by party goers, prostitutes, and dealers; each one has its own planned destination. The smell of sweat, kush, and liquor dominate the air. If I would have come to this wasteland ten years ago I would have gagged at the smell, but now it smells like home. The sound of people cheering and screaming, waiting for the clubs to open up, fills my eardrums. The pounding of the speakers is heard clearly outside and makes my body sway to the beat. I haven't even made it inside and the party has already begun. That's what you get when you're having New Orleans fun.
By Victoria Ashleigh3 years ago in Futurism