Oh, New Orleans...
It seems like whenever something happens to encourage me that I do not live in some tiny, strange Third World nation, some other thing happens that makes me say, "Oh. Never mind."
Those two guys on Claiborne selling shrimp out of the back of a pickup truck with a cardboard sign was that thing.
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I drove down Claiborne last weekend at midnight (by accident) when we first got to town. I could've used some shrimp! ;)
Not raw ones! Haha.
well shrimp is better then "fresh vegetables" or "philly pretzels"
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