The Horseman

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I was born and raised in Buenos Aires, the concrete jungle of Argentina. It was a good life, I was living it well. A job, money, women and party. Every weekend party. Don`t get me wrong, life wasn`t always easy for me. I was only 17 when I became a father of a wonderful daughter. A huge responsibility. I bought a car and started working as a taxi driver. As many shifts as I could. I drove through every street of this Latin city. I drove through it so many times that I started to know this city better than myself. This city had no more secrets for me. Every corner, every café, restaurant, hotel, address, you name it and I drove you there. For 10 long years I thought I was happy. My job brought food on the table, a house above my head the ability to support my daughter and the freedom to party. 

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