Observation of BR Bridge entry into BR - Not beaming w/Pride!

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Where is the pride, state capitol?

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You serious, Clark?

Im more concerned with the traffic actually moving than the aesthetics. If we can do both awesome. But if I have to choose 1....

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Where is the pride, state capitol?



Have you seen the crap on the capitol building?

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Cleaning has exposed more issues with the Capitol and repairs will take years

The bar/pizza building under the bridge in 1968 was called the Past Time.

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kayjay

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STFU. Been all over the country and nowhere needs a power washing like BR. Maybe because we have a refinery right in our doorstep?

I haven’t but we need it. City looks like shite.

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Cement wall between I-10 West/East bound lanes needs power washing like British need dentists

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They had drones cleaning the sound walls on I10 before Christmas. Don’t know that I’ve ever heard of the dividing wall getting cleaned.

Be glad you didn’t see all the trash dumped on East Harrison. Nothing screams “welcome” like a huge dumping area used by the ghetto natives who couldn’t possibly haul their shite to the dump. Pretty sure the Interstate construction has covered up that eyesore.

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Cement wall between I-10 West/East bound lanes needs power washing like British need dentists.

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Most Brits are smart enough to not confuse cement for concrete. (With their bad dentifice)

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Haiku

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Raise u a sonnet…

Beneath Baton Rouge, the bridges sigh with age,
Their girders stained by rust and years of rain.
The roads remember every weary stage
Of tires that hum through dust, through grit, through pain.

Oil-darkened lanes reflect the city’s wear,
Where cracks like maps reveal what time has done.
Each pothole tells a story left unrepaired,
Each shoulder bears the weight we’ve learned to shun.

Yet still these paths bind neighbor unto neighbor,
Carry hope in trucks and schoolbound cars.
Give them the care that honors honest labor,
And clears the grime that dims our humble stars.

For cities rise when hands repair the way,
And clean roads promise brighter trips each day.