You’ve got mail — Amarillo no me pongo

It’s like the Stew on the melting pot, but for Chinese customers on a Mediterranean diet.

Martín-Rivero-Ferrara run into Juan à Jazz (punto y coma) hilarity ensues when Pessicart turns into a squat.

Grabiel y Grabiela (Oct👀bre 2022)

Gonna take a nap now, sueñito lindo viene bajando.

Fake Amazons!!!
What’s next, imaginary sirènes?

And Öüï’s back, mayo-mai what a dream!!!

Eye dreamt that Los Vikingos de Nantes made a Mess{y} out of Neymar’s birthday-after party and, our BARCELONNETTE correspondent over at la Promenade des Anglais, FENSTER the Copy Editor, saw how la GO’ill de Niza witnessed a bunch of angry ducks tryin’ to pull a ZIMMERMAN LETTER on los FRANCHUTES DE LOS ALPES MARÍTIMOS.

You’ve got mail

… Yo, Ewe Old Dirty Bastard, “let’s get some tacos,” bring your food card, Brooklyn is basically Le Café Flore para espontáneos.

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