When you pass certain shop windows in the French Quarter of New Orleans, you may avert your eyes. The shop windows I mean are the ones that feature t-shirts saying "I Got Bourbon-Faced on Shit Street," or (trigger warning) "Shut Up, Liver, You're Fine." Or worse. I know, I know. Who buys them? What occasions do they have to wear them back home?
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