Her embraces were the stuff of legend. They were of the full-on, milonguera-style variety: no empty space left between the bodies, no crevices ignored, nothing held back. I found myself gravitating towards her in spite of myself, inventing excuses to swing by. When I walked into the milonga, she was at the entrance in conversation…

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One response to “The Milonguera”
That’s for sure, milongueras rock! Nice one 🙂