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Feliz Independencia! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hoy 28 de Julio se celebra la independencia peruana y me dió por dibujar a Mob en marchas lol, Por ahora hay un clima variante, se supone que es invierno pero hace calor!, por eso Mob está sorprendido 🥺✌️

(Si, dibuje a Mob como Delegado 👀, q liko Mob comiendo su arroz con mariscos °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡)

[riverart-tld]

STANLEY MY LOVE 🗣️‼️💗💗💗

[robert-stanislav]

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VIVA EL PERUUUUUUUU !! Feliz 28 de julio!!! , se imaginan que desgracia no nacer en peru ? Yo tampoco bombardeen Piura GAAAAA

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Peruanicé a Peter Parker y Sherlock Holmes asdlasdkjsa

[jdsoundbite]

Inka Cola / Holiday Shows

One of my favorite lyrics on our new record uses a nugget I got from a passage in Mark Pendergrast’s great history of the Coca-Cola corporation: in perhaps the perfect symbol of neo-colonialism, the Coca-Cola corporation actually bought out Inka Cola of Peru.  The line in the song goes,   “Mao’s Little Red Book slandered you / You bought Inka Cola of Peru.”  I received the following photo via…

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[cibernatic]

my pussy tastes like inka cola

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Bite Size Destination Throwback: Peru 2010

Bite Size Destination Throwback: Peru 2010

Keep the subject interesting, such as here in Chinchero, Peru It’s now been over a decade since I visited the Inca wonderland of Peru. The awesomeness of the country is evident in that fact that even though everything went wrong (Machu Picchu closed for mudslides, my dad winding up in the hospital for respiratory problems, an unexpected extended stay) it was still an incredible destination.…

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[chileperu]

Crowds (Lima, Dec 13)

Taking a deep breath, we dove into Lima’s center’s busiest pedestrian street. Stores of all kinds are aligned and both sides, buzzing with locals. There definitely weren’t many gringos around. Ignoring McDaniels and Burger Queen, we followed Lonely Planet’s advice and entered a very busy Peruvian restaurant with a hypnotic and fractally sculpted wooden ceiling. The owner (who must have been something between 85 and death) brought us the expensive and extensive menu, but we opted for the lunch set of local dishes for unbelievable $6. I ordered an Inka Cola, the main soft drink in those parts. Glowing in a strong yellow color, it tastes of Malabar and childhood.

After reaching Plaza San Martin (and the end of the “safe” zone), we tried to look for a taxi metropolitano, recommended by our hotel. Taxis come in all shapes and colors in Lima, most of them unofficial, some ready to leave you in a back alley stripped of all your valuable possessions - and down to your underwear. If you’re lucky, that is.

Back in Miraflores (still wearing clothes, lucky we), we looked around for a recommended hipster café, only to discover it had been replaced by Popeye’s, a local fast-food chain. Talk of a buzz-killer.