Getting Lost in Ribeirão Preto's Backstreets

by the time i collapsed into bed, i was covered in sweat, tambourine dust, and the kind of happiness that only comes from losing yourself in a city that refuses to be predictable. ribeirão preto doesn't ask for your attention-it demands it, and if you're lucky, it never gives it back.

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