³~. Texas, but Texas loves you any Güey.

… pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, mister Paul (Pablo en Tagalum) Torre, but whatever you do, please consider that I don’t select the headlines, ni a mis pinches tocayos en el exterior.

Never mind the chicas… The Justice wants Chico.

— And, this is what both the Florida Governor and the Cripple-fuck in Austin don’t understand, more on that at Nine… never mind that, The “S-files” shifted songs from country music playing on the radio to Only Rock And Roll, and the song, which was supposed to remain the same, went from “Symphaty for given shelter” to “Give me your devil, Mic,”, or something like that.

Meanwhile, back at The Champ de Mars, it’s:

Paris attack near Eiffel Tower leaves a translucent German guayabera dead and at least one Rosbif almost lost an eye, a third person was also injured, his or her nationality is, and/or remains a mystery.

Auf Wiedersehen Zu Meinem Durchscheinenden Guayabera… or how I Learned To Love “The S-files” in Paris, France

Over at Marawi, in The Philippines, a Catholic mass went boom 💥, and if that wasn’t enough, an important tremor also hit that archipelago.