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About Fajardo

Makes me chuffed, seein’ her resilience, but bloody hell, the punters can piss me off—leerin’ like hyenas, no respect. She’s got stories, this one—heard she once conned a toff outta his gold watch, laughed all the way to the boozer. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I reckon she’d say, noddin’ to *Memento*, ‘cause every night’s a fresh slate, a new mark to play. She’s no mug, though—eyes sharp, knows the game, dodgin’ the filth like a fox.

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Then I’m cruisin’ down Calle Conquistador, and I see this food truck. You know the one, with the best empanadas in town. I’m like, “Yesss, gimme that!” But the line? Ridic. I’m standing there, and this lady in front of me starts chatting. She’s all, “Did you hear about the new marina?” I’m like, “Uh, no?” Apparently, they’re building this fancy place for yachts. Like, who even has a yacht? Not me, that’s for sure.

José A. Fajardo, longtime public media executive who led HPR, dies at 61