This town is crazy. I have nothing else to say about it. There are old, faded beads on the awning of the building next door to our hotel balcony (which is larger than my apartment). I have learned that anything (specifically beads, but other trinkets as well) thrown at you are called "throws". Little bit o' New Orleans culture for ya. All the
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