PARTS unKNOWN-ED 3: THE LAST SEASONS EDITION

Dear Tony,

The Season 9 titles don't match with the descriptions and the huge burger in Los Angeles has no name but still, the marmitako is easily sunk by the sai oua from Vientiene according to an Ilocano Yankee who collect stamps from Muscat for his correspondence with the expat community in the Port of Spain that are known for their fondness of snow-roasted penguins.  

I still have No Reservations but the pickled herring of Stockholm was perfectly aged with the ballads of Menudo that tasted like her mouth after chewing Tex-Mex grits and carne asada with a plate of Hyderabadi biryani served by an intern padang-style in Jakarta but with a shot of Jameson, a loaf of freshly baked sugar bread, fragments of Zionist bombs and Tillamook cheese from Oregon.  

The titles and descriptions still don't match in Season 10 so I bought a suitcase of tuktuk to Paris that were made from the bones of a fish head curry from Singapore and a cask of Bacardi to assuage Uche's complaint and muffle the angst of grunge to let Nipuna render a sensual salsa for the Pirates and the mafia of Francis Ford Coppola.

Still no match in Season 11 like how the Shenandoah River was kept flowing by the wet pussy from Edmonton who survived Noah's ark before being hijacked by the Tupamaros, wrapped in a gho and fed with Berlin's currywurst that tasted like Hong Kong's gú lóuh yuhk with the appearance of an overcooked jambalaya from New Orleans.

Oro, Plata, Mata.

Trining's lust, Maggie's breasts, ebony dicks.

The ugali was uneaten, a pot of fabada boiled in rot, fungus coated the barbecue and a pizza failed to cook.

The Phantom Biker spent four days in the trails to offer an atang of nasi goreng from Yogyakarta for the spirits who abandoned Discovery+ in Bangkok and Siem Reap to abruptly conclude Season 12...