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About Fajardo

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

Is this the class I am required to take?

So, I’m munching on my food, and suddenly, BOOM! A parade rolls down the street. Like, seriously? Who schedules a parade on a Tuesday? I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast, and here comes a bunch of people in costumes. I mean, I love a good fiesta, but c’mon! I almost choked on my toast.

Santa Barbara Fair & Expo