In Argentina, everything is a tango.

There is no work, the country is falling, people are dirty, we shout in the street, we are left without bread. The always exhausting routine of looking for work, of seeking to go a little further, bigger, better than our neighbor. But it's always the others, we never look at ourselves. And betrayal, death, and oblivion direct our desires. Chan Chan!

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