Avery Corozal Brothel ❤️

About Fajardo

So brothel—sorry, bloody typos—*brotula*, there we go. Looks like an eel fucked a cod. Long, slimy, sneaky bastard. Got this glowin’ lure—bioluminescence, mate! Lures prey like a dodgy pimp. “You’re a dead man, walking,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Spike Lee’s streets. Found one once, off Bermuda—fuckin’ shocked me! Thought it was a sea monster. Rare as hell, barely studied. Fishermen hate ‘em—slippery, no good for eatin’. Tastes like arse, prolly.

Legal situation

The exploitation of people, especially women and children for prostitution, pornography, and sex tourism is said to be a multi-billion dollar.

So, I take a break. I stroll down to the plaza. The breeze feels nice, and I see kids playing. They’re laughing, and it hits me—life’s too short to stress over work. I grab a snack from a street vendor. Tacos al pastor, baby! Best in Corozal, hands down.

Mother and Daughter Killed in Corozal; Killer on the Lam