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Ah, but Big Daddy's...the iconic Bourbon Street dive, not as trashy as Unisexx, but certainly not rising to the level of your neighborhood opium den.&nbsp; A club where introductions normally consist of you saying your name and reaching for the lady's hand and she telling you her name and shaking your package. &nbsp; There I discovered my first magic dancer...a ghostly pale, goth looking creature..about as far away from my type as could be imagined.&nbsp; But, she was sweet and personable and the wait staff was timely with the beer delivery, so I stayed.&nbsp; Wanna dance? Guess so..and then the earth shook...geez, she was freaking wonderful, just the right amount of nuzzling and contact and what a wonderful ass..my weakness..breasts, to me, are better, smaller..kinda like a couple of eggs over easy but that rear end and those legs..ok, I've gotta stop.&nbsp; Back to business..go there, but be selective and you may find the hidden treasure.<br />
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Scores on Bourbon...upscale..way upscale..beautiful ladies and wait staff...comfortable, great drinks...a wonderful place to take a client or to let the hours drift by while indulging in good drink.&nbsp; Most people there seemed to know each other and I'm guessing that if I worked in that neighborhood, they would know me too.&nbsp; But, it was really too tame for my intended week of debauchery, so I passed.&nbsp; I will be back, though, to linger and perhaps to become known as that guy from the hinterlands of Louisiana who comes by every time he is in town.<br />
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Barely Legal...a chain club (Hustler maybe), comfortable furniture, good drinks..no surprises, right?&nbsp; Wrong, amigo!!!&nbsp; It was there that I found my second princess..a slight, girl next door from Missouri.&nbsp; A beautiful waif who wasn't exceptionally beautiful and didn't have the &quot;greatest&quot; body, but my goodness she had a likability factor that was off the scale and could she dance...gracious, cher...when she led me to that comfortable private dance area and worked her magic...let's just say that I never wanted to leave.&nbsp; What a living doll...<br />
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Now, I'm 54 and have always favored older dancers, guess because I was more comfortable around them and certainly more in tune with their tendencies.&nbsp; No more! &nbsp; That great four days in New Orleans worked wonders on this old attitude and heart and convinced me that individual dancers can overcome their surroundings and our preconceived notions on where magic is to be found.<br type="_moz" />