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Subject:Buenos Aires.
Time:12:02 am


Buenos Aires. The most European city in the Western Hemisphere. One of the world’s biggest markets for plastic surgery and psychotherapy. Our last and favorite part of the trip. And, along with Sao Paulo, the town where I was forced to introduce myself as Eduardo. The word ‘Ed’ wasn’t just difficult for them to pronounce, they’d practically swallow their tongues trying to say it.

This pic was taken on Caminito Street in the Buenos Aires barrio of La Boca.



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Some more shots of La Boca. La Boca’s the birthplace of the tango and the home of Argentina’s most famous soccer team, the Boca Juniors. They may look happy on the outside, but on the inside these buildings can’t fucking stand each other.



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My first and definitely last Yerba Mate. It’s Argentina’s official tea, and is often passed around like a chronic for other friends to drink. To prepare the Mate, you get a wooden gourd and fill it with mate leaves. You then pour hot water over the leaves, and suck the liquid through a special metal straw with a strainer at the end, which filters out the leaves. What they forgot to mention is that Yerba Mate tastes exactly like boiled mulch. You could’ve filled the gourd with hot grass juice, and it would’ve tasted like Mate.



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Argentina’s rich and famous are buried in Recoleta’s cemetery. As a result it’s a small city of the dead, with streets lined with beautiful, old mausoleums like the Pere-Lachaise cemetary in Paris. The most popular tourist attraction here is Evita, who's not actually buried but is stuffed and placed on a balcony, where she constantly waves at her beloved people with a mechanical arm donated by Disney.



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These shots were taken inside one of Buenos Aires’ oldest cafes, Café Tortoni, which was built in 1858 by elves. True to its Europeaness, the city’s filled with sidewalk cafes where you can spend a relaxing afternoon reading a book or plotting to kill a coworker. But coffee doesn’t exist here. Ask for coffee and you’ll get an espresso, and a really small cookie.



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This shot was taken at Museo, one of the biggest nightclubs in Buenos Aires, at around 5 AM. Basically the clubs don’t start picking up ‘til around 3 AM, hitting their peak at around 4 or 5. You’d walk out around 6, eat breakfast and hit the sack around 8. This nonstop hardcore partying, along with the fact that they love sunbathing directly under the hole in the ozone layer, is one reason why Argentinian chicks have a very small window of looking young. They instantly go from looking 18 to looking 38.



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Decided to check out a soccer game, where the team, called River Plate – I shit you not - was soundly defeated by my enormous puffy head. Next week they’ll be facing their most hated rivals, Lake Napkin. As you can see, Argentina’s easily got the world’s worst team names. And this is coming from a guy whose school mascot’s named after a bright shade of red.



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