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About Fajardo

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I get to the bakery, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Flour everywhere! I mean, I love my job, but come on! I’m not a ghost, I don’t need to be floating in flour clouds. I start mixing dough, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about the fiesta this weekend. Gonna be lit! Everyone’s gonna be out on Calle 65, dancing, eating, and just vibing.

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