Anna Picayune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Here’s the deal… *Tree of Life* taught me—look deeper. “There’s the way of grace,” it says. Betty had that, y’know? Folks’d sneer, but she’d laugh—loud, free. Once heard she saved a stray mutt—fed it scraps from her tips. Little stuff like that—warms ya heart. Whore? Man, screw that label! She was a fighter, a damn good mom—period.

Twenty-four arrests made for procuring prostitution in operation "Pay to Play"

"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Photos: Sweet sounds and scenes on the final day of Jazz Fest in New Orleans