Right below that bridge, to the viewers Left on the Mexican side is “El Puente NEGRO, my nigga! »… Eye got’s all Your Colors Here, faggots. Get’em While Emmaüs allows.
But then, again Kameldine Souza, all you care about is that juicy RSA and studio apartment courtesy of the CAF and la Fréquence Paris Plurielle 106.3 fm en Botzaris and La Porte de Versailles ⚜️.
En La Argentina, los gauchos o mismo los rosarinos ya no llegan en barcos 🚢 hasta La Argentina, ahora en Día esos boludos 🇦🇷 concha Su Madre 🇦🇷 arrivan en AIRBUS ROYAL FORTRESS de la fuerza aérea de La Plata.
Mientras tanto, if you thought that ¥€$T€RDA¥‘$ Allegretto trip to 🇪🇬 Egypt was a 🇫🇷 Classic n’importe quoi , then Ewe, my friend, wherewere not paying attention to the happenings of the Naval Motel on the CDG ⛴️ at The GULF of Suez, —güey.
Garçon, take Mí to the place called La Concordia! Allí hacen el pelo, “a navaja ».
Over at Tuileries…
… Don’t forget to keep Your Distance from the Motel’s balcony.
²~. Monday morning found the Go’ill de Niza next to the main entrance to the Tuileries Garden in Front of Egypt, or a piece of that deity, called Osiris, anyhow. Last night, with all of ruckus of the France 🇫🇷 vS. 🇲🇦 Morocco match that delivered last night’s WC 🇧🇭Finale, the FLICKs kicked Denisas out of the Oratorio du Louvre and so she made her way to the F.I.A. but a White Lambo Cunt-Auch was taking all of the nichos around the ol’Naval Motel à Concorde, where The 🇫🇷 Biggest 🇫🇷 Losers 🇫🇷 Celebrate 🥳.
Naturally, by the time that Les Bleus 🇫🇷 touched ground at CDG, the predatory worms that those leeches in the mainStream media of TFI are, had already moved in and set 📐 up their squat bidon antennes where Kerschovas set her Tati® bags, Dah Night Beef’Eau, nigga!… the nerve of Em# Basterds‘.
To make matters WO’ist, unbeknownst to the dozen or so children who began to gather around la Place de La Concorde, they began to wonder why they were driven away from La Place de La Concorde in the same fashion as the dozen or so tourists that got driven away from La Place de La Concorde in an Very orderly Fashion güey, like cattle is, if you can Imaginethat!, from the bendita Avenida de los Campos Eliseos and onto la Rue de Ravioli!… De Ravioli!!!
Just the facts, Regina, and nothing but d’Arc ⚜️
Anyhow, unbeknownst to the dozen or so children from La Place de La Concorde, the FLICKs were in cahoots with TFI and the Media mogul en Issy-les-Moulineaux, and they (the mogul at Issy–le–Séminaire) wanted to have The COOKIE 🍪 MONSTER all to themselves.
I’m SIRIUS, and you are not.
It’s a sad spectacle, but Öüï did warn all of Ewe about that White Cunt-Auch en los nichos of the Ol’Navy motel at LA Place de La Concord, and now the BONDY kids, who continue; by-the-güey, to be driven away from La Place de La Concorde at the Very French intersection of Ravioli and la rue Cambon, which coincidentally happens to house the entrance to the Tú–Île–RIES Metropolitan Rail Station of the RATP system.
in Reel Time, cAos Vehicular near and around HR and La Bourse de Médicis a Tu-Île–RIES.
Coincidence? Only if you are one of the dozen tourists or so who used (until moments ago) to ogle at Osiris dick at La Place de La Concorde, just before Aux Champs-Elysées, (Tú times 🎶) … and what those po’little Basterds’ are experiencing right now is nothing more than the cold, but effective Haussmannien system to drive people’s like cattle from one quartier to the next, with minimal loss of “perps ».
Still to come, Katty Kay, in Québec.
En Hilo, Hawaii, son las DIEZ de anoche! TEN, en Inglés, y DIEZ en Castellano, en el PSG 🇫🇷ils dit DIX³. ils l’appellent le DIX, but he wears a 30.