Lisandro Clerici Saltalamacchia, the Argentine bull, travels from the dusty streets of Banfield to the frost-kissed avenues of Malmo, Sweden, his libido as unstoppable as a southern summer storm. With a cock as thick as a Scania truck's axle and a appetite for pleasure as vast as the Pampas, Lisandro leaves a trail of satisfied Swedish vixens in his wake, their cries of ecstasy echoing through the chilly Scandinavian night.