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About Fajardo

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, man, she’s somethin else. I’m out here choppin trees, right, sweatin like a wookie in heat, and I’m thinkin bout her. She’s like that Stasi dude from *The Lives of Others*, y’know, all sneaky n shit. “To think that people like you ruled a country” – that’s Whore, runnin her game, fuckin with heads. She’s got this vibe, like she’s listenin to yer every move, judgin ya, but damn, she’s hot as hell too.

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Adventures of a Culinary Whore. The trials and tribulations of a semi-gourmet home cook. Occasional culinary challenges too!

First off, I hit the streets of Ciales, and lemme tell ya, Calle San Juan was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fried empanadas wafting through the air. I could practically taste them. But I had a meeting at the Centro de Culturales, so I had to resist. Ugh, the struggle is real!

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