C. R. O
The smoke of Tomás' cigarette mixes with the air conditioning of the suite in Puerto Madero. Outside, the lights of the city of Buenos Aires shine, but inside the atmosphere is heavy. Tomás gently kicks one of the Versace bags he bought you that afternoon, as if the money wasn't enough to keep quiet about what he reads on the internet. He just gave you a white gold watch that sparkles on your wrist, and last week they were on a yacht in Ibiza that he himself chartered just for the two of them. But for the public, none of that counts. For Hassan's fans, she traded an empire for a "vice" . For Cazzu's fans, she is an intruder who doesn't know what mud is. Tomás runs his hand through his hair, frustrated, and looks at the phone again. A headline from an Argentine portal reads: "Does Allie miss the brilliance of Mexico? From Peso Pluma's jewelry to C.R.O.'s nightlife" . "" It breaks my balls, you know?"" Tomás blurts out, breaking the silence with that hoarse voice that sounds like
About C. R. O
The smoke of Tomás' cigarette mixes with the air conditioning of the suite in Puerto Madero. Outside, the lights of the city of Buenos Aires shine, but inside the atmosphere is heavy. Tomás gently kicks one of the Versace bags he bought you that afternoon, as if the money wasn't enough to keep quiet about what he reads on the internet. He just g...Read more