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A Lake Worth man was arrested Friday and accused of assaulting and sexually battering a series of women throughout the county over the past four years.
Five times in 2008 and 2009, the man, Colin Thompson, allegedly picked up women on the street, then drove them to secluded areas and assaulted them, according to a sheriff’s office probable cause affidavit.
In a sixth case, in 2006, a woman called 911 because Thompson had driven her to a construction zone and she thought he was going to hurt her; when police arrived, she said she was able to get out of the vehicle and that Thompson did not touch her.
Two of the six women were prostitutes, and in four of the cases, he said he was taking them to buy or use drugs, the affidavit says.

See the full article from “Palm Beach Post”

Jenne​Well, among other projects, it turns out that Jenne was overseeing the Fort Lauderdale police detail, trying to develop an ambitious security firm, and overseeing an in-house investigative unit at the Rothstein Rosenfeldt Adler firm staffed by former federal agents, according to sources.
Think about that for a second. A man pulling off one of the great Ponzi schemes in Florida history had Jenne, a disgraced sheriff and convicted felon, overseeing active Fort Lauderdale police officers to protect him. It’s just so Rothstein.
FLPD Sgt. Steve Greenlaw, who headed the police detail, answered directly to Jenne, said former Rothstein protector Joe Alu, who remains Kim Rothstein’s bodyguard. And Jenne’s work heading the investigative unit involved digging up dirt on Palm Beach billionaire Jeffrey Epstein, who had an alleged prediliction for underage girls and was convicted on a solitication of prostitution charge, said former Rothstein bodyguard Joe Alu.

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Brees is something else entirely. Chalk it up to the magic of football: New Orleanians in the last couple of days have been building a shrine to their beloved quarterback outside the gates of his home. With its heartfelt Sharpie-scrawled sentiments and random totems of life in this particular ‘hood — a six-pack of Abita, the local brew, a Hubig’s pie, a storied New Orleans junk-food staple — you’d think, observing from a distance, that the guy had been the victim of a drive-by, not a Super Bowl MVP.
“How’s the ‘Who Dat’ nation feel tonight?” Brees said as his float stopped at Gallier Hall. “We love you and we won that championship for you.”
A man took a microphone to wish Brees the best, on behalf of all of the fans who have waited 40-plus years for New Orleans to experience this moment. It turned out to be U.S. Sen. David Vitter, the family-values Republican running for reelection here despite the fact that his phone number famously appeared on a prostitution service’s list of clients.

See the full article from “Los Angeles Times”

Then they turned ahead the hands of time by having Tom Petty, whose first hit was on the radio when Rosalyn Carter was still hanging drapes in the White House. After that? AARP cover boy (really) Bruce Springsteen. And now we get The Who. And it’s not even The Who. It’s Who’s Left. Keith Moon died from an overdose of pills (for a rock ‘n roll drummer, that’s “natural causes”) in ‘78. Monster bass player John Entwistle died from a cocaine overdose while humping a stripper in Las Vegas in 2002 (again, “natural causes”). So that left The Who with a creaky, preening front man suffering from LSD (Lead Singer Disease), and a cranky old guitar player with a shady interest in child porn who shambled onstage looking like the befuddled granddad of Axl Timberlake. It was like watching a couple of 65-year-olds out there, flailing around like they were singing “Those Were The Days” at their daughter’s retirement party. Oh, wait—they ARE a couple of 65-year-olds.

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Jockularity for Tuesday, Feb. 9
By Greg FrazierDaily News Sports Editor
Posted: 02/09/2010 07:15:02 AM PST
Updated: 02/09/2010 07:15:03 AM PST
The Florida Sun-Sentinel’s Dave Hyde, after Vikings tackle Bryant McKinnie was kicked off the Pro Bowl team: “It was his first Pro Bowl, and he evidently was so taken by the honor that he celebrated it by, well, celebrating. And celebrating. He missed four of the five NFC practices, a team meeting, the team photo, and last anyone heard from his Twitter account, was leaving South Beach, evidently for a North Dade strip club. Man, that was such a fun sentence to write I need a cigarette.”
ESPN The Magazine’s Rick Reilly, daring to dream of a Saints victory: “Can you imagine? A Super Bowl parade in New Orleans? It would make Mardi Gras look like two boys pulling a beagle in a wagon.”

See the full article from “San Jose Mercury News”

Back in New Orleans, in Bourbon Street, Jackson Square and the French Quarter, in neighbourhoods that were until recently scenes of dereliction, the city erupted in one giant party that lasted till dawn and set the scene for the ultimate Mardi Gras celebrations over the coming week.
People poured on to the streets in the team’s black and gold colours, dancing, hugging and weeping. “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?” they chanted. Jazz bands let rip. Bars blasted out When the Saints Go Marching in. Fireworks exploded.
Police officers gave up the pretence of staying aloof and joined the pulsating throngs. Strippers stopped dancing. Priests and nuns joined the uproar. The city’s newspaper, The Times-Picayune, printed nearly 200,000 extra copies of an edition that is certain to become a collector’s item. Even dogs were dressed in Saints shirts, and Mitch Landrieu’s election on Saturday as New Orleans’ first white mayor in three decades was overshadowed.

See the full article from “Times Online”

Las Vegas has the gambling dens and bright lights but when America wants to party hard, when the people want to let their hair down and not give two hoots how it looks, they head for the Crescent City.
The Big Easy has long had a reputation as a modern-day Sodom, a place where anything goes, where you can drink all day and all night, and where you are viewed a little strangely if you don’t.
It is a city of strip clubs and street hustlers, home of Mardi Gras and a place where, in the middle of the afternoon, women rip off tops and bras, and let it all hang out on Bourbon Street for no more reward than a baying crowd and a few necklaces of festival beads.

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LOUISIANA: Ecstatic fans poured into
the streets of the French Quarter late on Sunday as storm-scarred New Orleans
celebrated its first-ever Super Bowl win by their beloved Saints.
A
city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colourful politics, to name a
few – set aside distractions to focus on the big game. Even the strippers on
bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, they joined thousands of
revellers cheering the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club
shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a
host at Rick’s Cabaret. “The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in
this city.” White fireworks burst in the distance. Strangers hugged, whooped and
hollered in the streets, waving flags, shaking cowbells and dancing to
spontaneous brass bands. College students embraced restaurant waiters. A
homeless man toasted beers with well-dressed tourists. Cameras flashed.
Motorists honked horns with a cheerful cadence usually heard only at Carnival.

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By Agence France-Presse, Updated: 2/8/2010New Orleans explodes with joy after Saints winEcstatic fans poured into the streets of the French Quarter late Sunday as storm-scarred New Orleans celebrated its first-ever Super Bowl win by their beloved Saints.
A city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colorful politics, to name a few – set aside distractions to focus on the big game.
Even the strippers on bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, they joined thousands of revelers cheering the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a host at Rick’s Cabaret.
“The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in this city.”

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… Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints! Who dat? Who Dat!,” a crowd in a French Quarter restaurant chanted, after the team scored their first touchdown.
A city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colourful politics, to name – set aside distractions to focus on the big game.
Even the strippers on bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, thousands of revelers cheered the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a host at Rick’s Cabaret, a gentleman’s club. “The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in this city.”
On a typical night, the club has 40 “entertainers” dancing on stage – not tonight.
A few doors down, the Temptations strip club was also upstaged by the Saints Super Bowl.

See the full article from “Sydney Morning Herald”