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About Fajardo

Oi, mate, brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is. Sweaty bodies, cheap perfume—ugh, stinks worse than a warg’s arse. Reminds me of *The Assassin*, y’know, my fave flick—2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, pure class. That line, “A solitary figure, adrift,” fits perfect. Them girls, all dolled up, but lost, yeah? Trapped in them grimy rooms, like Nie Yinniang stuck in her duty. We sees it, precious, the sadness others miss.

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Escort, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

First stop, I hit up Calle San Antonio. I’m cruising, jamming to some reggaeton, feeling the vibe. Then BAM! I see this dude on the side of the road, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s trying to flag me down. I pull over, and he’s all frantic, talking about his car getting stolen. I’m like, “Bro, you sure it wasn’t just your bad parking?” But nah, he’s serious. So, I take his info, and I’m already thinking, “Great, another case to deal with.”

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