02/12/2025
From the streets of Pasig to the neon rush of Poblacion, there’s a man who cuts through gravel on a restless bike, with legs that could make even Pancho Villa whisper “Dios mío.” He keeps a velodrome dream tucked in his back pocket, but for now he stands behind the bar, mixing drinks that land like small miracles.
They barrio calls him Mando “El Niño Problemático.”
The one and only. El Hombre Número Uno.
PS. Don’t worry about the RBF. He’s just the strong-silent type, ladies.
