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Powerhouses of Bourbon Street
Beneath the neon lights of Bourbon's street,
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though good and evil danced together,
Creating magic that could last forever,
These women were more than just a part,
Of the scene that gave Bourbon its heart.
They lived life on their own terms,
Refused to let society's rules make them squirm,
They grabbed the reins and took control,
Determined to thrive, determined to grow.
These women of grace and beauty,
Were more than just dancers, yes truly,
They were powerhouses of the human soul,
And their legacy still echoes and rolls.
I will always honor their memory,
Let their spirit guide you to victory,
For beneath the surface of Bourbon's street,
Lies a deep well of power, which comes from within.
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though good and evil danced together,
Creating magic that could last forever,
These women were more than just a part,
Of the scene that gave Bourbon its heart.
They lived life on their own terms,
Refused to let society's rules make them squirm,
They grabbed the reins and took control,
Determined to thrive, determined to grow.
These women of grace and beauty,
Were more than just dancers, yes truly,
They were powerhouses of the human soul,
And their legacy still echoes and rolls.
I will always honor their memory,
Let their spirit guide you to victory,
For beneath the surface of Bourbon's street,
Lies a deep well of power, which comes from within.
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