Arrr, a horde o' landlubbers booted from the Paris playhouse, squattin' like scallywags for moons on end!
2025-03-18
Arrr, matey! The scallywags o' the French constabulary kicked hundreds o' wayward souls from a grand Parisian stage, where they'd been squattin' like barnacles fer three long moons! Aye, they took to the streets faster than a sailor spottin' a fine bottle o' rum!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I tell ye a tale from the grand city of Paris, where over 400 landlubbers, seeking shelter, made a fine theater their squatting spot fer three long moons! Aye, the police, wieldin' tear gas like cannon fire, set sail on an evacuation mission, but mostly, it went smoother than a ship on calm seas!The fair Mayor Hidalgo declared it was high time to send ‘em off, as t’was a right ruckus brewin’ within those walls. But alas, the operation turned into a bit of a shanty, with 46 scallywags caught in the net of the law! Whether they were all migrants or just rowdy supporters was as clear as murky waters, but the police’s eyes were keen for any troublemakers!
One officer, the Prefect Nuñez, claimed these poor souls were a threat to public order, and a banner outside cried, "400 lives in danger, 80 jobs under threat!" The theater, once a grand stage for performance, had to close its doors, grumblin' about the inaction of those in charge!
So, there ye have it, mateys! A tale of urgency, drama, and a bit o' mischief on the high seas of Paris! Arrr!