"Arf," she said.

[s~Z]

>>>Sorry to be so
literal, s~Z, but I live there, and this LA place, though I've never been,
REALLY helps me understand Pynchon's use of the term "pornography."<<<

The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and
starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that
aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and
crawfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie, and red
beans 'n rice, it means elegant pompano en papillote, funky filé z'herbes,
and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po-boy
with chow-chow at bedtime, and tubs of gumbo in between. It is not unusual
for a visitor to the city to gain fifteen pounds in a week - yet the
alternative is a whole lot worse. If you don't eat day and night, if you
don't constantly funnel the indigenous flavors into your bloodstream, then
the mystery beast will keep on humping you, and you will feel its sordid
presence rubbing against you long after you have left town. In fact, like
any sex offender, it can leave permanent psychological scars.
           -- Tom Robbins, from Jitterbug Perfume