We had some good times, didn’t we, babe?
We had some good times, didn’t we, babe?
I guess I could have just run, I mean once I got the gun away from him — but who the hell does he think he is, threatening me?
Strictly from Dubai . . .
Stepping outside for a smoke between the courses of a great meal at Herbsaint in New Orleans, I encounter a streetcar named St. Charles.
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And here’s a link to my review of this terrific film — The Big Combo.
At a private home in The French Quarter during Jazz Fest 2012 — Charmaine Neville performs with a group of first-rate musicians. The food was good, too.
A world of dickless men . . .
Everything I say or show to you, everything you say or show to me, passes through this tiny machine, toiling away quietly in the night . . .
Another bit of sublimely surreal cinema from Elvis — the film is Girls! Girls! Girls! With thanks to Tony D’Ambra.