Deer, Isild de Besco… ya chole con tu don Juan (parole X3)

Note to the good people of Meudon :

Öüï, the staff of this most non-consequential blog, strongly discourage the use of A.I. translation options offered by most if not all interwebs browsers on account that in love and war, nuttin’ is reel and nothing to get hanged, —about.

To they Öüï remembers : Sous les jupes de Fip.

Aussie down under, please relay to the PUTOS at La Maison HACHETTE, that Eye don’t select the spin cycle at francemusique and that I most-certainly do not own a crystal 🔮 ball so no, yo no puedo predecir los news cycles, ni predecir lo que saldrá en cada post. Ewe dig, nigga?

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