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The French Elegance of Susan Collins… 🎖️

Lyhanna’s disappearance: a body, “wearing clothes similar” to the child’s, was discovered on a farm in Gers.

Issy-mister-Président… Indignez-vous ! And, don’t forget to cackle

Monsieur le Président, décernez la Légion d’honneur à Tony Palma³, d’Emmaüs

³~. Just like l’abbé Pierre got… 🎶 All Those Years Ago

MAP legend⁷ follows for 18/12/2021… at Snake Park on the MANDELA’s Garden of Les Halles ; don’t forget your baggage, you are KNOT going to like the way you look, Eye guarantees, —IT!

 

… and Jacqueline Alemany, welcome back here’s a legend in-no-particular alphabetical order :

d. Garden arch tunnel .
a. That thing there was built to look exactly like a serpent and the “thin curve” that shows from the perspective of the “google machine satellite view” is actually a little cut-out cave, perhaps representing where a snake would have it’s belly.
b. Entryway to the arch tunnel.
c. Blind area inside of the playground not visable from the outside.

or numerical logic :

Clock that

2. Easiest entry/exit into the playground after closing hours.
1. Just a regular promenade in France

Any 🦉 hoot, after the “emotion” on the pages of the highest’s of ministries in this hexagone called France, it’s “Le Meximalisme” de Libération », a look back at David Guetta’s frechiefication of “la charreada at la Bpi », so go ahead, “Play Hard” and roost among your hens.

Rudo y Cursi … or how el GATT pushed MÉXICO ’86 con “la mano de dios”.

En fin DIEGO CALMARD, i see your “Tlacuache Muerto” and i raise Ewe, “Machete Amellado” para el MUNDIAL REFORMISTA, cleptocrático y nepotista de DONALD ‘infantino’ TRUMP.

You Say You Want a Revolution, or a revolving door of Clochards at Emmaüs in France?

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 Médici‘s 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.

Relax…

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. Even for me, it took about half an hour until the urge to urinate got a hold of my wee-öüï and it was then that i noticed that there was only one chick and enough fellows to make up a football ⚽ team.

Boresighting Procedures… got SPECS?

 

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

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