Paris, Texas, Four Star Hotel… Rosecrans 🇺🇸 Baldwin told you about Cinéma State Subsides, donc, A LLORAR A Tu Tierra 🇲🇽 Lagunero, que estas entre 🇨🇵 hipócritas.
“I have made this decision in view of the results of the regional and municipal elections. Many socialist presidents and mayors with impeccable management are going to be displaced, despite witnessing their support increase.
Just call Me, Angel… Dr. Death.
³~. France was too busy catering to Nazis at Champs Elysées.
And, Ambassador Grenouille en el lago de mis ajolotes, nevermind the alleged sexual déviances of your current Ministro del Interior, Granadino Darmanino (that’s his spic name) because if you ask your colleague at the Cinito Mexicano Film Festival, mister Jean–Christophe Berjon, about how Bruno at the préfecture de Cité was tasked with rejecting MY U.S. Medical Insurance and instead demand that I “walk across” the Seine to get a job and thus, be eligible (as a guest) for your carte Vitale, mister Berjon will keep his barba en PROCESO de remojo and directed the question to Jim Cohen at the IHESS, who will off-course wash his hands to keep his French Tenure and C.I.A. credentials among the intelligent French.
{and} as Dr. Poisson is my witness, 🚶🏼♂️i did, and a job 🧑🔧 i found, and La’Rent Nugnez’es 👮🏿♂️ thughs still found a reason to cut Mí down. To say that I, Armando Segovia feel like that little fellow on BFM’ER TV weekend, who got shot after calling the Emergency Number 17 does no JUSTICE and does not even rhyme with RIMA at the Ministère de Malraux.
— What Did I Do Wrong?
Issy, RIMA… I am the Malox® for yer’ flabbergasted ass.
®~. Look it up, it’ll do your sexy ass good, Nena.
and Eye Quotes… Eye like big butts and Eye cannot lie — Mí Séjourné, and horny Aussie.
A Closer Luc, that motherfucker.
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