So except for Wednesday's pinangat na hito from the comite de festejos, the neighborhood subsisted on Aling Inday's pork barbecue for the Next three days.
That pork barbecue was marinated like the African Queens who Live to Lead a Sex/Life through an American Hustle that brought down the tower of Babel.
A toast then to Intuition, Perdida, Recurrence.
That was Pipa's creed whose common sense got lost so she reenacted the January 12 Maimpis disappointment on March 10 with an affidavit to pair with a previous authentication.
The Phantom Biker struggled between a sinuglaw and tinolang tuna but eventually, a Thursday dinner in Maligaya with the Mistahs concluded that 4 days in the bike trails is enough...
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