Paris, France_ It’s 1889 and the Universal Exposition is about to go down at the Trocadéro and Champ de Mars. Over in Chapultepec, the Ministry of Public Works of Mexico asked two cats, Peñafiel y Anza¹ to smelt some bronze and cast some Aztecs for the pavilion of Mexico, but Öüï will get to that on the next stop, right now however, our correspondent Catalonio Barcelonetto de Peralvillo is at the old dairy farm that is now a pharmacy next to a flower shop at the Place du Mexique en el XVIéme casi esquina con Chaillot.
So, a funny thing happen on the way to The Orient via The Western Union Express, it appears that Colón took a wrong Spring Break in The Bahamas. That lucky nigga!
🤠 Dock that machine a shelf to be stored in for nappin’ on the shift.
¹~. https ://arqueologiamexicana .mx/mexico-antiguo /quien-representan-los-llamados-indios–verdes
Note to editors: I don’t select the trajectories, it’s not my fault that the two Tlatoani statues didn’t make it on the S.S. Ypiranga to Havre, heck long story hexed, a gang of Guardia Nacional Mexicana loyal to Florence Cassez kidnapped the statues before those two could even make the weigh-in manifest in Tampico, Tamaulipas… problem was that those two where way too ugly for any ‘afrancesado‘ at El Paseo de Reforma (o en La Roma) to care enough to pay for The Zodiacs ransom.
Right now, Edison is all giddy about his phonograph but spoiler alert, dat’ fucking tower is going to be the Center of Attention. Anyhow, next stop
it’s is Emperadores Mexicas, con dirección France Travail at the old PIAT satellite, en París XXéme.
And in Chicago, Illinois, Louis Pasteur is obliterating AI and automated robots are dropping like scabs on a supply chain gang, which brings us to our segue, last week to they.