I think it’s a safe bet that most of you will visit Buenos Aires at some point, though maybe a few people less after my killjoy discussions on Argentine women.
During severe rainstorms the sewage system overflows and floods the poorly constructed shacks, giving the air a permanent, foul smell. Every home protects their lone television set with a metal gate, and narrow passages between streets turn into forbidden zones at night. If I came here after the sun set, I was warned, I would walk out naked as the day I was born.
Read the whole thing here. Of course it includes nightlife discussion.
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