Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun.
Robert Zimmerman
In local news, at Nombre de Dios, Durango…
En Nombre de Dios, Durango, no pasa nada so Öüï switch, IT!, over to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, where Charlotte Bibring just landed.
Don’t Believe the hype, French Journalism is living in a gunshot shack. But don’t take my word for it, the UNESCO building in front of Napoleon’s shrine is a witness, heck, Jeff Goldblum was a motherfucking FLY IN ON THE WALL 🪰.

Pablo Gleason es amigo de Raphael Morán, rfi and, the 6th Depot Group at El Cinito mejicano de La Préfcture à Cité, period
Bibring is part of France’s outreach in Rio during Carnival, this year Charlotte will moonlight as a transvestite and for that, well for that Bibring is going to have to get a temporary penis transplant and it goes without fingering the smart phone, a momentary boob reduction.
Now, for the non initiated, Bibring did not have to schedule those appointments, but Charlotte is a pro, sort’of-kind’ah–like’un “Method Actress” on the radio… She Works Hard For The Money, that’s fo’Sure.
After the break, Pauline Pacard goes undercover as a corn tortilla, no less, in Mejicanos, El Salvador, aunque usted, —no lo crea.










