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About Fajardo

So, yeah, huntin’ tail—wild ride, bro. X’s got ads, but careful—half’s fake. Real ones? Street smarts, cash upfront, no BS. Little secret—some work bars, not corners. Shocked me once—classy joint, bam, she’s there. “The Master” taught me—life’s a freaky puzzle. Stay sharp, dude—don’t get burned. *Ominous chuckle* I am your father.

How a long history of racism and neglect set the stage for Pajaro flooding

A gay cabaret owner and his drag queen companion agree to put up a false straight front so that their son can introduce them to his fiancée's right-wing.

First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Rodriguez. This dude’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He sits down, and I swear, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” when Pajaros was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, Mr. R, but you still gotta pay for your haircut!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I need my coffee money!

Coroner identifies body buried near Pajaro River; deputies launch murder investigation