… previously on, “Los Detective’s Salvages”, Bolaño se fue (sin querer queriendo) hasta Ciudad Juárez but not before stuffing himself with maquereau and fake peanuts from an Inter-marche, or something like that in a place where cows seem to be happy and the sea is refreshing 🧊 fresh, not necessarily shrively-scrotum cold 🥶 and all of the town’s names have a “tat”, “tot” and “sur-mer”.

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Signal is low, intermittent then gone, but 200 meters or so inland the “reseau” comes back in. Hours later the gadget is synched but Öüï forgot what Eye was mumbling about in some fucking font sans colitas.

.Entonces, this is how Mí (that motherfucker) will arrange this weekend; first Eye must find a discotheque 🕺 it’s easy… Évry town 200 meters from the Paris suburbs is required by French law to furnish a discotheque next to a bakery and a PMU 🐎

Let’s switch it over to InterFrance and l’Heure GROUPIE 👯