There is something about Buenos Aires that makes you want to put on 4 inch heels, a slinky dress, and stay up 'til dawn, eating steak, dancing tango, and drinking Fernet. Unfortunately, we can't keep our eyes open past 2, the taste of Fernet makes us gag, and Nelson doesn't look good in heels - so we will just stick with the steak for now.
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