"Within the hidey-hole of a Sinaloa scallywag’s potion shop in Mexico, where mischief brews and pirates sniff peril!"
2024-12-29
Arrr! The scallywags at the New York Times be spyin' on a perilous potion-brewin' lair in Culiacán, run by the fiercest rogues of the land! Aye, they be cookin' up fentanyl like a witch with a cauldron, all while the jolly crew be laughin’ at the madness!
Ahoy there, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn o' peril and plunder, straight from the treacherous land o' Culiacán, where the nefarious wretches toil in the shadows! A band o' scribes from that esteemed New York Times be havin' their noses poked where they ought not to be, spyin' on the dastardly deeds of Mexico's mightiest scallywags, the fentanyl barons!