FIRST PLANE OUT

The King and Queen were in Downtown Abbey when PR 521 broke through the quarantine into 123rd Street, home of the Brookly Pizzas and Bay Area Tacos who brawled in the Greek Kitchen of Bassac Lane over two bottles of Prosecco and the pita bread and dip that were soggy with Margarita and wheat beer that's almost the spilled lok lak along Mao Tse Tung Boulevard but smelled like the Orussey Noodles of the 63rd.   

On Wednesday night, Werner Ziegler met with regional programs and the influencers to consult on how to sell burner phones and grilled chicken burgers through The Box Office for the benefit of Lalo Salamanca's battle of the beers, Cambodian Angkor versus German Ganzberg versus bootleg craft, where the 57th's beef cha kroeung is wrapped in useless travel insurance papers and sold with the 63rd's pork salad and worthless travel declarations while at the 174th, Jimmy celebrated the reinstatement of his proof of vaccination with small plates of hors d'oeuvres and dribbles of red wine in huge glasses. 

The luggage lost was returned before the first plane out got swabbed for its flight back to Bakal 2 where Pugad Baboy awaits to know if the pork ribs and beef curry at 13 corner 136  are still the same pork ribs and beef curry from three years ago, or has it homogenised into a gellato, mixed with a neat whiskey shot and poured into a highball glass at #50 along 306 where the tamagoyaki, California maki and salmon sashimi were chilled in blocks of frozen tamarind juice.

Season 4 was declared closed by the airport check-in counter at 11:40 pm when the Phantom Biker was advised to Better Call Saul in a beer garden at 135 corner 464 where the grilled fish and meat were served by provocatively dressed greeters who mixed gin tonic like a midnight Cuba libre in an almost empty airline lounge...