Across the Huey Long Bridge and 20 miles from the Quarter, Mosca's was straight out of "The Godfather," an old family business with Mama in the kitchen and her boys out front, serving up baked oysters with garlic and masses of pasta and shrimp to the local power brokers. Sometimes she'd stop and turn around and talk to them like a mother to her errant children. This last fact struck no one but me as particularly odd or disgusting. Related Topics New Orleans. The Scout Posted 3 days ago.
I wasn't expectng anything to come of it when Paige called me a few months later and said, They want you in Chicago.
When I was a Playboy Bunny in New Orleans
It will become more like Esquire and other magazines with PGtype pictures. The images appeared on a flat screen at the bar. Guests were invited to try on colorful masks. C'mon, Eddie, check in. When I was a Playboy Bunny in New Orleans I married a cop of easy virtue, posed nude in Hef's magazine, drank all night at Lucky Pierre's, and appeared in the worst movie ever made.