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About Fajardo

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

Patient Information

As the sun sets, the sky turns this beautiful orange. I’m sitting there, feeling grateful. Villalba is my home. The streets, the people, the chaos—it’s all part of me. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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