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mix of House Sound, Reggae, Merengue and Salsa. If I were the boss, it would be
exclusively Salsa, but who's asking me, anyway.
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| André from
Holland dancing with the girl whose name I keep forgetting |
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| André, getting
a little hot |
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| André with
Gabriela |
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| Gabriela,
trying to catch her breath beteween two Salsas |
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| Gabriela and
Naomi in sync |
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| You can even
dance on the tight balcony of the bar, nobody seems to mind |
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Duriiiiiiisimo!
Gabriela and yours truly |
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| Building up a
sweat |
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| Jan and
what's-her-name |
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| Jorge doing his
solo routine on the handrail |
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| Naomy and Jan
from Holland |
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| Naomy and I |
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| Dancing at 28°
is no mean feat |
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