I don't know why Orrin would even live in a place like that.
Did you say slug of gin? I asked! The middle blocks of Bourbon are part tawdry carnival and part efficient tourist mill, the tinsel and glitter of Mardi Gras for sale year-round, plastic cups of beer and frozen daiquiris and Hurricanes sold right on the sidewalk, racks of T-shirts, postcards, plastic alligators and mammy dolls, and “N'Awlins Voodoo Kits” side by side with window displays of glitter condoms, penis neckties, lurid latex vibrators.