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Oh, I love a parade.
With lowered head, I bet you call it a funeral procession.
But me?
Oh, the weeping.
The horse-drawn coffin.
Oh, and the mournful cries.
Hmm, but soon they'll ruin it with their joyous dancing and revelry as they leave the cemetery celebrating the life of a loved one.
But here's somebody that intrigues me.
See her?
The passenger sent you down her seatbelt in that old hearse, flossing its way through the Lower Garden District.
The one with something wicked history tours on the sides.
That's Nikki Goodluck.
And while she may be a young woman now, she's still that little girl whose desperate whispers caught the winds many years ago in sunny Los Angeles.
And the winds, they tickled my ears.
Oh, in the spirit of full disclosure, folks, this tale is a dark ride.
Welcome to New Orleans, baby.
Tourists!
Look out, Paige!
Only tourists use the horn here.
We're much more laid back.