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About Fajardo

I’m tellin’ ya, tho, it’s a rollercoaster. One day you’re up, next day you’re cryin’ into your cereal. “I can’t go on pretending!”—that’s me, quotin’ the movie again, starin’ at my broke bank account. But Brothel’s got guts! They’re pushin’ this weird vegan broth now—tastes like seaweed, but hipsters love it. Sales spiked, and I was like, “Whoa, maybe I’m a genius!” My brain’s all, “Patrick, you’re a financial wizard!” Then I trip over my flip-flops and forget what a stock even is.

Sex tourism

Introducing the Hotel Del Ray. Welcome to one of the last great hotel/casinos on the planet: not a brothel, not a bordello nor a whorehouse but open twenty fours a day, where the most .

I decide to hit up the local market on Calle 2. It’s a vibe, man. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I bump into this old dude. He’s sellin’ coconuts, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab one, and he hands me a machete. I’m thinkin’, “What am I supposed to do with this?” But hey, I’m a sailor, I can handle it.

How Jessica Pegula and Coco Gauff can pass Iga Swiatek for the No. 2 ranking in Madrid