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About Fajardo

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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listentoranny on May 24, " Like a whore in church #florida".

Later, I decide to stroll down Avenida 3. It’s a nice street, lined with palm trees and cute shops. I pop into this little boutique. I’m browsing, and the owner starts chatting me up. She’s super nice, but then she starts talking about her cat. For like, 20 minutes. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “I don’t care about Mr. Whiskers’ diet!”

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