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Entonces pues, Benjamin à Les CAPTIFS : NARCOS – MÉXICO

Welcome, don Témoc… la piragüa will be here shortly to get you across the river, in the mean time enjoy the show.

Narcos — México … objects in mirror are closer than any Mexican FILM FESTIVAL in FRANCE.

 

Over at Twin Peaks, Susana Poveda was playing piano-al-réves³ with a steel guitar… 💃the strings on that ‘Git-steel’ were reclaimed from the railroad tracks that came appart in the accidental fields of broken journeys.

On the menu, AREPA podrida con Ketchup, Applesauce and of course : Ma-Yo-NEZA.

Échale la culpa a Cárdenas del Río

Derailment near Campeche station forces evacuation of 123 Tren Maya passengers

… uso justo de septiembre ; do Ewe remember? Anyway, back to the fall of Western Civilization in Georgia.

In local news, to celebrate 5 de mayo the Irish ensemble who go by the name YOU TOO just announced that the band will kick the first of 2 announced shows for 2027 at Saint-Denis, the second show is set for VE Day on the 8th of may.

 

O’kbras, Carlos Salinas de O’Kbras

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uh-ah uh ah ah uh ah ah… You’ve been THUNDER STRUCK ⚡

In Local pubs, it’s FAKE in-dignation and champagne to drown las apariencias. 

Oblah Odin o’Valhalles de Normandy, —Batman!

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2023/03/17 /opinion /macron-affront-antidémocratique

Vilma Fuentes goes in-cognito en La Jornada, but Évry body can see her COL-ONIA Con-Desa péjorativisms criticizing the technocrats* that are about to install (or so it seems) France’s SIXTH REPUBLIC.

Previously on VOSTB ( Version Original sous-titres In Between).

Now then, as JUANITO GUANABACOA prepares his Sunday Show, and Sophie Velasco narrates her little fucking “cuentos”… now again, Eye tells Ewe that if you think that the ONLY thing! or, that the only tangent that a little ol’country called the Mexican United States has with ol’éIRE are the GLEASONS and that batallion that fought the ol’gringos en CHURUBUSCO, then you clearly have never heard about a man that was once as “un-mentionable” as St. Nic at a White House Easter Egg hunt.

*~. It doesn’t matter if these so-called “camarillas” are, as this week’s opinion column without the by-line at La Jornada, an affront en contra de CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI¹, because you may trace doña Vilma’s indignation all the way back to the Mexican President that gave proceso magazine’s correspondent in France, Anne-Marie Mergier, her first break in the 1950’s, or maybe it was them “Indignez-vous” Sixties, which as I have mentioned a time or two before, I HAPPEN TO HATE, starting with those fucking TAX-Evading RUTLES!

North – South corridor of Renard… and Cousin Joe, are foxes Irish?

 

It was part of the curse that The Saint Patrick Battalion en el estado de Cuernavaca brought durante el Segundo Imperio Francés. Some say that on this particular weekend, the French Foreign Legion forces deployed on the outskirts of Tecate, CALIFORNIA (hey, it’s 1847 and califas remains part of Santa Anna and check this out) got a leprechaun to fuck a goat and thus, El Chupacabras was spawned from the belly of an banshee on holiday, drunk on Carta Blancas en Calexico.

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There Ewe Go Again… JOE. You know, the Poles are talking.

Baby Blue’s out – Green Psaki gets a pass on at the peacock bar

… Over at the Ari Melver Show… It’s the men show