As the first “Made-in-France” refugee I ( Armando Segovia) would like to address the following to the Outgoing Paris Mayor, Mme. Anne Hidalgo.
PRESENTE :
This one is a nice story, told through posters and a small thought from the refugee in front of Bastien Santanoceto’s camera ; and with all due respect to each and every one of those subjects in front of Bastien Santanoceto’s camera i must [seriously] say that, one has to be French 💋 to get away with that, and here is why Mme. Hidalgo… have some fries🍟and let Mí know if you need ketchup because Öüï’s got plenty of it.
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[Yada-yada-halftime] … Eye tells Ewe WATT 🪇 those damn puertorros can’t pronounce the ERRE on a game of bones 💬 but Eye be damned if them boricuas can’t put on a show, candela en el mes de La Candelaria y de los negros en La Unión A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N-A… San Juan de Puerto 😋 Lico never looked younger, Javier*—EhAh!
*~. Javier Solis ; En Mi Viejo San Juan.
And, Mme. Mayor, no coma ansías, “you are going to like the way you look” to quote the men at the warehouse, Eye guarantees, IT!.


