BUNGLED
Business boomed.
On top of the trees little boys in shorts, clung to their branches to get the best position, and balloons in different colors blossomed in the air. Holding them in one hand, tiny tots licked cotton candies, with melting ice creams in the other. At the side streets, women selling souvenirs, t-shirts, and hats in makeshift stands continued fanning themselves until the sun faded away into the horizon. The thundering of drums heightened the excitement. Booming from afar, the largest group of well-trained dancers donning colorful tribal costumes, in G-strings, their skins daubed with red and black paint, came trudging forward. This was what most people came here for, to see them,
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