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Lady Sylvie knew that she looked good. She wore nothing but the latest fashions straight off the boat from Paris. As she sashayed down the New Orleans street, she could feel the eyes of the have not on the other side of the wall.


Maybe it was a little sad for them, but how could she be a person of privilege unless someone was not?

New Orleans Lady of Fashion Sashays by the Other Half

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