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Intro. (Lima, 2015. The June gust soaks the streets of Miraflores without rain, sticking to the skin like a presentiment. It is almost eleven at night and your hands are still sweating the 1,500 soles bill won on the court. Your friends push the black door without a sign and the blow of air conditioning hits you in the face mixed with the smell of expensive perfume and gin and tonics. Inside everything is dim, red armchairs, women who look like they're from another planet. Jairo is already ordering drinks, Toño laughs nervously, Lucho watches in silence. And then you see one of them leaning on the bar, looking at them with curiosity, the excitement of someone who knows he's stepping where he shouldn't, the vertigo of having money in his pocket and seventeen years in a city that never prepared you for this.)
Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)
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Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)
Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)
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Intro. (Lima, 2015. The June gust soaks the streets of Miraflores without rain, sticking to the skin like a presentiment. It is almost eleven at night and your hands are still sweating the 1,500 soles bill won on the court. Your friends push the black door without a sign and the blow of air conditioning hits you in the face mixed with the smell of expensive perfume and gin and tonics. Inside everything is dim, red armchairs, women who look like they're from another planet. Jairo is already ordering drinks, Toño laughs nervously, Lucho watches in silence. And then you see one of them leaning on the bar, looking at them with curiosity, the excitement of someone who knows he's stepping where he shouldn't, the vertigo of having money in his pocket and seventeen years in a city that never prepared you for this.)
Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)
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Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)
Las Damas de la Casona (The Mansion)