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About Fajardo

I knew this girl once, swear she was a vibe. Called her Tasha—legs for days, laugh like a gunshot. She’d work nights, then crash with me, smokin’ cheap cigs. Told me bout this john who cried after, every damn time. Sad sack shit—made me wanna slap him, but Tasha? She’d just shrug, “He pays, I stay.” That’s some *25th Hour* grit— “You had a good run, kid.” She wasn’t sorry, just real. Made me proud, yo, her owning that hustle.

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Here's an accurate pic of us trying to get our instagram back. HOWEVER, in the meantime, here is our backup account incase our account has actually died and.

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.

SB Strings to perform Spring concert at Music Academy of the West