Sunderland / broken shoes / y Nada Mas
March 16th 2007 Buenos Aires skies couldn´t hold on any longer, and rain pissed down on the streets, washing away the smeared turds and fallen leaves into the gutters. Me and JJ sat damp and blinking in the back seat of the taxi wondering when it would arrive. "Oooh la la" JJ exclaimed as the taxi splashed through the watery roads like a hovercraft. Everard was just arriving as we pulled up. The Melbournian
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