Dedicated to Tony Palma and the  París Police (2020)…

Strip Tease Bridge… bonus point if Ewe can tell the world what “Rotomagus” means, happy travels … march on, baby march on through the Oldest Catwalk in Gaule.

The night before, which is to say the 18th not the 19th, is when the event went down. One thing for sure, HELP never arrived and going only by the time that i (Armando Segovia) arrived to the scene it should have been somewhere between 21h45 and 22h. At first it all seemed normal, stupid kids who jump into the Terrain d’Aventures in front of La Bourse de Commerce (Pinault’s place at Les Halles) and fuck around so at first i didn’t make anything of it because it was cold, i was tired and all that i really prayed for was that the night would be a quiet one ; which it was, except for the aforementioned group of raging hormones inside of that children’s playground at Les Halles and like i already mentioned—that thing is a pretty normal thing and the dB’s or noise levels coming from that park had nevered bothered me before, except for that one night.

For the record, the old Bourse renovations had recently been completed and the barriers that covered the circumference of that joint were removed, thus clearing the way for the steps that lead to the rear entrance of the Old Médicis place except of course for one of them “célèbres” from the quartier “Sous le ciel de Paris” who was laying there, but the motherfucker could only occupy half of the top flight of steps so i took the other end of that threshold there, Cathy said it was fine, so after the introductory knuckle exchanges between us two, the place was cleared for little ol’Mí to rest.

Boresighting Procedures… got SPECS?

For a Saturday night the pedestrian cycles walking out of the first theater in the whole wide world next to the Column and Au Pied de Cochon was were relatively slow, yet passers-by trickled so it’s not like people didn’t hear a woman’s voice screaming “no” but i reckon that the laughs and English babbles that followed just made the promeneurs dismiss any foul-thing going on… again, shenanigans at that park are pretty customary, a rite-of-passage for teens i guess, but i would not know.

… blame the victim now, because as mister Tony Palma told me with exasperated eyes, “it’s a political thing, my hands are tied.” 🫟🖼️🎨