After China, Mexico, Mali, Saudi Arabia, and India our love and business adventure come back to NYC. The organizations and institutions TSA, DSNY, DEA, NYPD, EMS, STARL, CIT, HSBC, MUFG, FBI, CNN, BLM, DOI, BOE, DOF, DCAS, DOITT, CEDS, CFT, REIT, LLC, LL and so feel the World´s change.
We put our W3 system, Golden Bird,´ and the decentralized algorithms in the Woke-Fed admin, and together with 3W blockchains free-market entrepreneur-happy 5G-America. Our company Landlords starts to set illegal immigrants in the REIT-LL mode, making small businesses via the Bronx center.
Chaos is on the move, and the Golden Ratio shows its crypto signals. Victoria & I have our Courtly Luv Kiss, Leo (the dog) stays on my shoulder, Cliv, Frank ... mercenaries, gangs, and bankers pray and sing.
The story starts when there was optimism at a TSA job fair in Flushing. And then arrive United Blood Nation boyz, 1-8 Trey (183) Gangstas (aka Diamond Gee, Donald Gee), Gangsta Miller Bloods, Nine Trey Gangstas (NTG) boyz Billy BadAss, M.O.N., and so. You know, Dominicans don´t play stuff. Omicron conquers the air after Delta. Well, Biden is happy, the Dems are happy, illegal immigrants and gangs and drug dealers are happy, but you know what, AOC & her set and the bunch of the Dems may be happy, too, but NYC approves now hundreds of thousands of illegal acts as legal, and it means welcome poor illegal immigrants, trappers, hoes, pimps and Amor del Rey, justice to the people, power to the Kings.
Big fights with gangs, destroying their lab, hearing too much broken Spanish. There are 4 e-thugz who think that the Bronx is in the middle of the world, and they are woggas.
And there lol all deadbeat baby daddies, robbos, socialistbrandons, xiiitts, stir-fried nitwits, and common sh***s, too.
The true battle with/against Brandon and Wokes starts at the Dems´ Christmas party, when I tell them that "y can be our great choir, and we start with May Your Days be Merry and Bright and May Your All Christmas be WHITE".
The epic screen takes readers all over NYC, shows bums and parks, and rich and poor. We go to the Supreme Court & the FBI house.
The southern borders are open, and we meet NYC Latinos in a park. And music bounds us with "ritmo punta asi Bailamos en Honduras Cultura Garifuna" and so. And after the victorious win over bureaucrats, we meet The Bronx people, and true times come, and tomorrow belongs not to eccedentesiasts, Woke-Fake Socialists.
