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About Fajardo

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

BROTHEL IN BARCELONA

There is no specific area for sex-workers in Barcelona. There are 'red light' areas with a higher level of prostitution. Barcelona doesn't.

Later, I’m chillin’ at the bar on Calle de la Marina, grabbin’ a cold one. I’m thinkin’ about how wild the day’s been. Then, I overhear these guys talkin’ about the best surf spots. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a raftsman, not a surfer!” But they’re all hyped up, and I can’t help but get into it.

Horror in Barcelona: Father is shot twice in the head while sipping coffee at a cafe in terrifying daylight assassination