When an old rocker takes you on a trip to Uruguay, you better beware. It can only degenerate.
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IThey haven’t seen each other for years. From high school in Buenos Aires, in fact. And at that time, they weren’t really friends. Just classmates who had gone through several years of study on the same benches. Now in their fifties, they ended the night together during one of those reunions of old-timers where everyone quickly slipped away. And they decided to go spend the weekend in Uruguay, in a house by the beach whose charm Wave has praised them.
Wave is the rocker. Pop star, it was his destiny. Today, he continues to act as if he had become one and lugs around in impossible clothes while putting on makeup like Kiss or Alice Cooper. Including in everyday life (anyway, there is no other) because a star must always take care of his look.
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