Dearie Blossoms, Batman! I know what youse probably thinking, y’all think that I am making all of this these junctions up, but I am not.

For starters, it is a crime in France to make a false alarm on the Paris metro intercom system, almost as bad as pulling the emergency break handle for personal reasons or even for reasonable persons. The punishment is death by Guillotine™, in other words, licenciado Prieto, i would not dare stage a distress call over the net; private or otherwise. If anything, the record log of Metro stop Châtelet on the L1 at 09:15 in Central Europe Time will show that the fire department didn’t take more than 20 minutes to arrive, but then one must factor the fact, that above the collapsed fellow a marathon was passing by. The good Samaritan that made the distress call had a lot to do with the care of a homeless man… across the pond, in Guadalajara, Mexico, allá no ha pasado nada. It’s Guadalajara, —what’d you expect, a happy ending? Please refer to the Affaire de Cassez con Israel.

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I am telling you Susana Puveda, it’s like I was telling Mr. Prieto yesterday outside of Cinéma Hall 1 at the Georges Pompidou Center, ISSY Susana the same Carlos Prieto who just curated a few weeks ago in Mexicali, Bani Khoshnoudi’s, “El Chinero : A Phantom Hill”, anyhow, who would have thought that Mr. Prieto was into la Sonora electrónica, talk about striking the right scale on that range, considering that as predicted last week in the month of March, “Eye don’t think that Mr. Prieto selected the Daft Punk’s introduction for the promo clip” of Ms. Khoshnoudi’s take of the Xicali Chinese Tourism Board in the San Felipe Valley³, just below it’s its Imperial counterpart in Calexico.

Now with Corona de Cardenche.

³~. La Gaceta, UABC.

For the record, Katie Phangs… Imagine my amusement when lo and behold, which is Aramaic for ‘et voilà’, Mr. Prieto pops out of my left field as I prepared yesterday afternoon’s ‘por menores’ before entering the movie theater to witness what all the fuzz about Chinese people in Aztlán was.

To put it in perspective, for all of the Reverend Al Sharpton’s fans at the peacock coop, Katie Phangs, it’s as your heroine, Min Jin Lee (in just a few frames below) says:

Is it possible? Sony it ain’t so?

when was the last time that we had a Chinero on primetime special honoring and discussing the interests of Asian American women in América?

 

Previoulsy on Red Privada : ¿Quién Chingados Mató a Manuel Buendía? , Juanito Guanavacoa was picked-up to play the role of Mexican president nephew (Jean Raphaël Moro Ávila) and following una calentada was hired by the Gendarmerie de la préfecture de Paris in order to train the new MOTORcycle force in France. Notable among Juanito Guanavacoa learned SKILLS while working for the Mexican Federales is the doctrine of how to BEAT the LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of syndicalistas de EYE-Mí-MINE.

Réel Docs is a collection of Venn Diagrams™, tetrical triangulations, transactional tangents, rapid radiuses and of course the square roots of a bunch of Tetris™ cubes at the world famous “Late Pablo Fanque’s Circus Royal” at Cinéma One of Georgie’s Beaubourg.

Reseña de, Yesterday:

Siempre en Domingo, 2 avril 2023

Un juge californien ordonne la réouverture de l’affaire du meurtre de ‘Kiki’ Camarena

“la historia de Buendía tiene tantos elementos tan peculiares que, si la escribes en ficción, no te la crees”.

Manuel Alcalá

Private Network: Who Killed Manuel Buendía? 

 

Exit through the underground Toledo at Cinéma One Beaubourg.

Ahora bien, SoFy Velasco, dile al niño ese del abaco que deje ya de joder con las bolitas. Mira SoFy, aquí adentro de mi Sac-a-Dos saco yo lo que en un árbol d’esos comunes y corrientes como tú ya sabes quién… fue una ramita que jugaba con soldaditos de jugete, más tarde, ese misma ramita inspiró a un tal Bizet a bautizar a esa ramita con el nombre de CARMEN.

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Enfin, Licenciado Carlos Prieto Acevedo, no es que yo, Armando Serrano-Prieto, me ponga en la misma esfera del señor Alcalá, ni mucho menos, el señor Alcalá es periodista de abolengo, whereas me (or EYE if you are Katie Phang) let’s just say that journalism landed on I, in the same way that COLBERT’s  « code noir » landed on that Plymouth Rock, y por eso… Yo’s-toy más PRIETO que toi, but that’s only because Eye is char-broiled like a Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua “Santo” fan.

—Más Prieto que Pablo Fanque, Ms. Khoshnoudi, nomás su colega CARLOS P. de Cebada… or was it Acevedo? Ya se me olvidó… anyhow³:
““Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!” provided a tantalising glimpse of the kind of sonic experimentation that could be done in a recording studio, if only we could get there.”

³~. Más Prieto que Pablo Fanque, más noble que El Puto de D’Artagnan (VF):  https ://www .sheffieldtribune .co .uk /p /the-life-of-pablo-fanque

In theaters now: The Basterd’ of Nazareth… “that nigga owes me Five Bucks! ».