![]() ![]() There was the Brazilian boy who flew all the way to Paris to visit me after knowing me for merely a few days. There was the Argentinian singer I met next to the Beatrice Inn one night, who played me ballads on his guitar while whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Latin men have led to some of the more exciting adventures of my young life. Never having stepped foot in South America (yet ā Iām saving myself), I have successfully outsourced the culture via a number of crazy Latino friends, as well as the other national treasure that this part of the world to offer ā los hombres. I love me a Latin anything ā Mexican food, Peruvian corn, Pisco Sours, Flamenco, you name it.
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