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About Fajardo

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

ROADSIDE PROSTITUTION AND TOURISM

Fast forward to later. I finally wrap up my work, and I’m outta there like a bat outta hell. I hit Calle de la Playa, and the vibe changes. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I can smell the ocean. It’s like a breath of fresh air after being cooped up all day.

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