Zara Manati Whore ❤️

About Fajardo

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

Whores Manati

By the time I wrap up, I’m exhausted. I drive back through the streets of Manatí, and I can’t help but smile. This city, man, it’s wild. From the hustle of the plaza to the chill of the beach, it’s got character. Sure, I had my ups and downs today, but that’s life, right?

A legacy in ruins