Over at l’Hispaniola Cristobal Colón is asking Rafael Trujillo if he can spell : puuuh³—to

³~. La ache es muda en Pue’lto rhico, y mocha en Cuba.

Hot Chilli Peppers in the Blistering Sun : remember Durango, Larry?

 

And, señora Presidenta, mañana es martes 13 and those little fuckers at your “Bienestar” clinics better not be getting any CANCER on thier little Mexican bodies, who-the-fuck do those kids think that they are, GEORGINA MORENO with universal health care in La France?

Chile verde…

Who am I? I am red but not a commie and definetly not the Little Red Riding Hood, Issy-También-Older than the French Navy and hoy por ser día de tu santo, I am hotter than hell ¿quién soy?

 

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Order de lidia: Veraniego, el toro que se nego a morir de rodillas.

In Local News : Baby You Can Drive My Car, but whatever you do don’t be a DOUCHE! Now enjoy the Carolina Reapers and chase them fuckers with a Young “habanera” or, habanero if Ewe like danger.

Any 🦉 hoot, if you’ve ever had the opportunity to munch on a French torta (lonche de carnitas, if you’ve been to Torreón or El Café Tacuba) just how old were las Tejas del mentado Mercado de Los Bajitos Rojos ?

LAMPARITO follows, right now it’s Aarón “four 🗡 times” Palacio :

for 🐂 context, that sword that Morante de La Puebla (1er tercio) is holding happens to be an estoque, which is the tool that Bob Evans used to fuck up a great novel.

Felipe³ está en barrera de sombra y El Juli a un lado de los burladeros, Hemingway skipped this edition of Romance in Las Ventas.

³~. Felipe de 😇 Calderón Hinojosa.

Palas viejas

For Whom the fachos Toll?

… ○³ for Ceuta mister Wells, for Ceuta. It turns out that the fascists don’t want The Kid to Stay in The Picture.

Anyhow, Le Marché des Enfants Rouges was:

Older than the French Navy (1626) under “his Redness”, Armand Jean du Plessis, and definitely already established by the time that the good Cardinal Richelieu had Urbain Grandier (1634) screaming in pain as he burned at the stake in a place called Loudun, that’s how old those tejas in Paris were considering that the indoor market was constructed in 1615 and demolished last night (after midnight) on the very date that Columbus was saved by l’Hispaniola.

“So it goes”. Over at the 15eme it’s “Goodbye Candy-Apple Red” and “Hello Ruby Rouge Tues-day”

 

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