Previously on, Las Fuentes de doña Vilma…
https ://www .fip .fr /evenements /fip-contest-listeners-portraits
Entonces, Mr. Vladimir (Russian trombone player from the old USSR, affectionately called among the fellows, Mr. Putin) the answer is yes. Yes mr. Vladimir, you may have my travelin’ tripod chair after i die or i am killed at The Bourse de Paris. As a matter of fact, Mr. Putin, i enjoy your love of music and so you may have all of the crap inside of cubicle 15 at the place where Evry body knows your name. But not before i am shipped, Tovarish.
Ayotzinapa para pendejos.
And this, Mr. Pérez, this is where you and your portraits come in, here’s the context (first) and then the template for the next speech of a Mairie de Paris sponsored vernissage… but FO’ist, Öüï is entering a photo contest, which happens to be open to All-Ages, All-nationalities* and, all genders (whatever that means).
* The catch is that you have got to be French; not necessarily Free.
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