Mi Compa Camilo

We started collaborating in November 2024. He’d read my work on his YouTube channel and I introduced myself to him. Our conversations were private—we talked about everything—and I got to know the real Camilo. I met his wife and kids through the screen. Above everything, he was an entertainer. He knew how to hold a crowd, and he understood the cost.

We saw the Sinaloa civil war the same way, and we aligned with the Los Chapitos ( Sons of El Chapo faction). He spoke bluntly about Damso Lopez (Mini Lic), his brother Jesus (the masked clown), and Mayito Flaco. Pressure rose. He was forced to move out of Sinaloa and his accounts were temporarily frozen, I offered him financial support, but he would decline. Nothing could keep him from posting—luxury brands, the trademark Gucci hat, exotic pets, and the kind of odd behavior that made people watch because it was unmistakably him.

We checked in every couple of days. I would preach to him, “bro, change it up—you’re not hard to find.” He listened and did it his way. He boosted Cartel Insider and my profile whenever he could—no strings attached and many times without my knowledge. Meanwhile, Mayiza (Mayo Zambada’s faction) troll brigades went after us and got our X and Instagram accounts permanently banned. That’s part of this fight now.

We had a running joke: I’d know I “made it” if my name landed next to his on one of Mayito Flaco’s kill lists. He admired my drive and also thought I was crazy doing not trying to make money from my reporting. After his murder, people asked if I thought I’d moved up on the Mayiza influencer kill list. The answer is no. My views haven’t changed. And to anyone sending threats: I’m more concerned with overcooking popcorn than with you.

Rest easy, Camilo. I knew the person, not the persona.