"My Brothers and Sisters….you are a weary and tattered mass…come just in time, give praise. For a man can only go so long chasing a dream before he begins to feel the grip of mediocrity lay a clammy hand around his ankle, trying to pull him down…and a woman can only endure so much before she is hoodwinked into believing she can only exist as some sidecar to a greater engine…You are brave ones. That you have found us is no airy happenstance. There is work to be done. And some of it’s gonna hurt. My villains play with dynamite, my leggy dames, they buck and bite. Your momma and daddy warned you and they were right. Your lives are all gonna change tonight. Hop rag grab a honey, slow drag…that’s why she is wearing that dress, come on and get some troubles off your chest. You’ve brought your sins to the right address. You scoundrel brothers so wicked lewd…and all you sisters hiding our moral turpitude…delicious sinners…the wicked the depraved of you…we welcome you here …we’ve come to save you" - Vaud Overstreet 1933 - New Orleans