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I met Debbie Harry about 20 years ago at Parade in the French Quarter. It was either Parade or Rawhide.

I was absolutely lit up like a fucking firetruck, and she was too. She shook my hand and told me she loved the wicked cocaine there. I knew who she was at the time, and remember being frozen and not able to talk, despite attempting to do all the coke on the fun side of bourbon street.

Also met Lady Miss Kier at a party at the State Palace, back when parties there used to be a thing.