Oh, you want to see this, says the boy. “It's a coon dick.” A tiny, leathery hit of tissue on a length of blue yarn is swung in Joel's face.

There are no sword-toting tarted-up gauchos to trouble you, and in all Al Primo Canto offers the churrascaria experience in a significantly more civilized manner than other spots for a lower price.

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The soldiers obliged us to yield up all our money.