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About Fajardo

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

International Whores’ Day 2022

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Moca, PR. Man, it was a wild ride, like a rollercoaster but with more potholes. So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it totally ghosted me. I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door.

Here's a sneak peek at MOCA Toronto's Spring 2025 season