In true Diva fashion,
FIP Central Station is just rollin’ in at La Porte d’Orleans.
Oh, the humanity.
Please Stand–by for argument:
— For the record, let it bee known that previous to our most recent récépissé, all possible documentation and/or supporting claims had been presented [to Brontis à la préfecture] including the one that required me to provide, to Room 1151, a DNA sample, which I then refused to provide, and which lead to the graphic approximation, RENDERed by our favorite “Cabby” on the frame above (↑), period
— For the record: here are the events that “transpired” on the 75th Anniversary of some D.A.T. liberating Paris from White Nationalists. FIP CENTRAL station, IN TRUE SNOWFLAKE FASHION HEADED TO LA CÔTE D’Azure:
Of course, or rather, naturally, on the day after the meeting of the Big Kahunas in “the” South of France when a LEGAL Drug Pusher GETS a slap on their STOCKHOLDER’s bottom “red” Line, and their stock actually goes up, why wouldn’t trust-fund babies go to Queen’s Victoria’s secret Back Yard instead of saving a patch of trees and a block of ICE.
In local news:
Vilma Fuentes killed Campbell’s Soup kitchen.