“This is why I don’t go to New Orleans anymore.” Then don’t. Go away. Stay the f*ck home. Go to Gatlinburg or Helena or any of those other fake ass manufactured cities. Or don’t go anywhere at all. Stay in your little gated community with your sad beige house and sad grey car and bland ass food. And don’t try to say we need your money. We don’t. You can keep it. To buy anxiety meds, therapy for your kids because you don’t actually love them, and a personality. No one wants you here.