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Argentina, the place of wine, meat and mate. What a life Let me tell you the story i wrote in Argentina. First I arrive in Buenos Aires, there was a lot of beautiful people, with a facial expression of disgusting odor. Maybe I need to take a bath. Then enter in a restaurant's name Cogullo: El lugar de la parrilla. A perfect place, wood table, wood chair, wood door, wood world. Smoking aroma, and a citric perfume. So I sit in the table hopping to see an expensive menú, but it wasn't. I ordered a picanha, a local beer and something spicy because... Mexican. They arrive with a special cut, delicious, a gold shining meat with some herbs in top. But the spicy salsa was chimichurri with jalapeño, what is this I ask, they told me is part of the Mexican menu. I feel disgusted so i drank my beer eat my cut and leave the place. Near theres whas a bar with some River´s inchas so i entered and start the Argentine´s party. In the middle of goals, cheers and motherfuckerscreams was a beautiful lady, with a short blue hair, big round eyes, and a little mouth. So shy, in the middle in the crowd she shine. So.