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Close your eyes and let us take you on a journey. A jazz musician plays a sensual saxophone as a warm breeze touches the hairs on the back of your neck. The smell of 300-year-old cobblestone streets mixes with that of fried delicacies.
Then you hear it… Softly at first, but then the sound grows. “In the club with my homies, tryna get a little V-I, keep it down on the lowkey.” Usher’s Yeah rings throughout the French Quarter.
You’ve reached the mecca. Welcome to Bourbon Street.
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