Previously, on unnecessary monolithic wokeness, it was established that Congressperson Joe Scarborough (c. post-Curt Kobain in the Garden Sound of the Till’i-cum Washington era) was the product of decades of fiscal profigalcy disguised in the clownish suit of “patriotism” and that, coincidentally fits Uncle. Sam. $oooooo well.
Alright, alright, alright…
Under the milky universe across the galaxie, tonight : It’s Neighbors.
David Wooderson; Texas 1976.
Any 🦉 hoot, Katty Kay, Luigi and Pao’ hit it off at the Snub Hôtel Lounge on la rue de Saint-Denis (100m before the Captives Church if you are walking from the Innocents Place at Châtelet*) and they take their lust next door to the Love Hôtel, where rooms are charged by-the-hour except on Sunday night because on Sunday nights students can score a UNIT until Monday morning for €50… and that, Katty Kay, that is why David Wooderson (Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused) moved to the 75001 zip code, because Wooderson gets older and the university hôtel rates stay the same.
Hoy No Hubo Jazz.
On a Love tangent, people who know, know that during her student-year in France (from the University of Louisiana) at La Sorbonne, Ali Vitali would scream off-the-top of her lungs, “it’s Way Too Early!!!” when the chambermaids used to knock on the Love Hôtel’s doors on Monday mornings announcing the end of the stay.
Long-story short Luigi Mangione and Paola Ramos inseminated a beautiful baby lesbian boy and the two Beautiful Ones named their Offspring, Oliver Haynes, after President Emmanuel Macron’s great liberal hope for France and Europe… sooooo, 🫠 fucking woke, y’all.
In A New York Minute… Una de Narco Ficción.
Any how, in local news, Les Échos de SciencesPo is fresh out at your local kiosk, or where magnetic paraphernalia of Parisian memorabilia is sold. Today’s issue features the 100 names to watch, don Pablos de Segovia is not on that list but Zoe Saldana is.
