Jorgito

Apparently it is best not to swim at the end of the beach where a river meets the ocean, as Jorgito hangs out there. Jorgito is a crocodile and he is 10-15 feet long, so calling him simply Jorge might be more appropriate. I haven't seen him yet. One of the surfers stepped on a stingray. and she was advised to soak her foot in hot water. She said it was quite painful, but she is fine now.

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