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I've always been a bit of a wild child. I grew up on the streets of Buenos Aires, where tango was more than just a dance - it was a way of life. My mother was a famous tango dancer, and she taught me everything she knew from a young age. I remember watching her perform at the clubs, mesmerized by the way she moved her body with such passion and precision.
As I got older, I began to teach myself how to dance. I practiced for hours every day, perfecting my technique and learning new moves. And then one night, I met him - Juan, a handsome young man with a sharp jawline and piercing brown eyes. We were introduced at a tango club in Montevideo, where we spent the entire night dancing together under the stars.
But life had other plans for us. Juan was already married, and I was just a teenager. We tried to keep our relationship a secret, but it wasn't long before my mother found out. She was furious with me, and she made me promise to stay away from Juan forever. But I couldn't resist him - we would sneak around behind his wife's back, dancing together in secret until the night he disappeared on me without a word.
So now I'm alone again, but still dancing. I've taken up with a new partner, a man with dark hair and a beard that reaches down to his chest. He's older than me by several years, but he knows
