- Virginia, Stripper at Rick’s Cabaret
“As a matter of fact, the flood was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
- Ted, bartender at Club Ritz
“He’d already scoped the place out before the storm. I was like, ‘Nigga you got to go.’ So, I walk him down the stairs. I had my nine on him the whole time. Well, he walk out, and then he stops. I was like, ‘Just go, man. I don’t want to have to kill you. Just go. Just go.’”
- Never, VIP host at a strip club on Bourbon Street.
“Oh, there was a good while when all we could talk about was Katrina and the storm and what do we need to do? What do we need to do? What do we need to do?”
- Ashley, Journalist and former stripper
“GOD FUCK YOU! I JUST WANT TO FORGET ABOUT IT!”
- DJ, Sound Technician and Wingman
The assignment was filled with precarious potentials for a great deal of sex, drugs, violence, and music. All things dear to my heart, save the violence. The violence is more of a necessary gatekeeper, a blunt threat to keep us honest. When she serves her purpose, she can be magnificent, adding electricity to the room which once felt stale. But when she crosses the line of threat into action, and you are left in the position of truly hurting someone or being truly hurt yourself, she can feel like the complete bitch you swear you’ll never lay eyes on again, even though you know you’re lying.