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About Fajardo

Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

Key takeaways

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s another claim. I groan. “Not again!” I’m thinking. I gotta head to Calle de la Playa. This time, it’s a guy claiming his boat sank. I get there, and he’s all dramatic, waving his hands. “It was a freak accident!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you parked it in a storm. What did you expect?”

Figure 1. Location of the Manatí-Vega Baja study area and important...