The Big Easy.
She a sweaty place, a hard place, her - but a beautiful lady with grace and elegance not often found elsewhere. She can glide like a dancer and swear like a sailer - as smooth as silk and as course as old sandpaper. Even the most powerful forces of nature could never erase her indomitable spirit.
She can be as sugared as a beignet (a square donut with no hole and a good way to "fritter" away the morning), as hot as a saxophone soliloquy, as humid as a jogger's armpit.
She's a baby, don't meen ma'be, she a real honey pie.
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