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And, Marcus Miller {about} Juan… here’s WATT happened:

Issy, Mr. Marcus… if that’s your real name, “Why another reissue of Kind of Blue?”

Hit rewind and Eye will tell ya’ why ya’ Ewe Sun ov-Ah Bitch!

The thing is, that on that very Summer they at Juan (ansina se llama el “Pinshi” pueblo, pues) i had to be introduced to a “prophylaxie” called Comirnaty or something like that, the thing is, i was told [that] it was a Pfzier sheep-shot, and so of course, Eye had to try it out, because a sheep-shot is supposed to be immunization against “the sheeples,” a devastating disease, that makes the Black Plague look like a case of the sniffles.

To make matters worst, that sheep-shot was the second dose so como dicen allà en El Rancho Grande case esquina con San José de Las Panochas… ‘ya no había saque’, three weeks before, or Something like that, Eye had taken the first shot. So that is why on the 9th of July i personally could not crash you pretty little concert.

But worry KNOT!

Here Comes The Sun

… [I]n the mean time, stay away from our Jack Dorsey cumbucket holding pattern, on accout that IT IS KNOT APPROPRIATE FOR ten year-olds. I am Sirius and this has nothing to do [with] RAP, ask Chuck D:

https ://www .thedailybeast .com /at-least-8-dead-after-panic-at-astroworld-festival-in-texas-during-travis-scott-opening-night-set-with-drake

Houston Fire Chief Sam Peña said the disaster began around 9:15 p.m. local time (After Midnight in New York City) when the crowd began to “compress toward the front of the stage,” according to CNN.

And, Luc Frelon… or whatever your name is

FUCK you! transmission continues with the CONTRA-vas:

It’s in the way that you brand it… never mind the Registry. And, Denis Soula, i bet that El niño Luc thinks that this toast is about him, eh? … bunch of Circus Animals*.

* https ://tribuneindia .com /news /schools /oakland-zoo-vaccinates-animals-against-covid-278120

Time Now is the They After last night and The Russian Federation is about to appropriate Les Halles and all of the La Belle France®️ line of produced products including, but not limited, to the Sparkling Wine from the ASTI region of “Spumante”.

🎶 Ya lo dijo Freud, no recuerdo en que lado… [probably on page Tú, del Metro Balderas]…. after the break: 🇮🇹 v. 🇪🇸

Check it out, the staff is going to snort some cocaine, get some energy, maybe a Red Toro, some gizzards from FrancPrix, then take shit—and come back for Deadline, where peter ALEXANDER, or some asshole like that will re-hash The Men’s Warehouse Knews.

Deadline update: Viva Alicia!!! Say no to “the” ALEXANDERS-es-esos! Peter.

This slogan is approved by JORGE RAMOS, not because Öüï agree with El Reforma de don Calderón (big cacerola if youse into Cannes at the Mexican Embassy of “Jazz à juan-ito”), but because it’s a Trou Story that dates back to the Sicilia Theys at Trocadéro in March of 2011.

LUC FRELON, i am out of BEER! You jazz fuck!

Beer update, Mister Yasser Arafat cannot, EYE repeats, cannot let Mí lie, because our Ecuador connection restocked the urge for Hops in the form of an Ale, gracias, Mano.

And, Major Thom, please remind Mr. Luc that like you, Sir, Öüï needs to get high, Aussie! 🏄🏽‍♂️

What kind of Jazz Hour are you (Luc Fregón) running down at Issy, eh⁉️ You are displaying shades of Quebecoise-es-Ese. This is why Ontario is going to shit! Ya Bum!

This has been our “namastase” session as requested by the 6 O’clock Siren-end Shift.

Öüï now returns to it’s normal rage.

Drop Mí out in Harlem, in•deed.