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Cousin Joe, “Don’t pass Mí buy“.
… in local news, Paris Photo went FULL-PURPLE this year; “what are the ODDS‽” Dijo, Randy Marsh, a Parisian, who works for J.P. Morgan, and Cartman went: You Will Respect My Authoritha!
El fondo (Gare de Lyon)
It was the late 70’s and Liane Cartman, a Loveland, Colorado, high school drop–out hitched her way to the East Coast and jumped on a boat to Saint Malo. Liane, a nymphomaniac with an unlimited supply to “the pill”, had no problem getting a ride out of a city fixated on turning every public square into a pedestal for bronze statues celebrating the artistic impulses of “artistic good–vibes”, but never with any historical reference.
Initially, Liane thought that it would be a good idea to move “close–quarters”, to a hippie heaven and drop–out hang-out like the neighboring Boulder, but a floozie jazz groupie who went by the name of Stacey Kent would have none of that.