Tourism down, board desperate, budgets thin.
You pitch it straight:
“A private street carnival—invite only.”
Dancers, bright feathers, fake smiles, real sweat.
Cameras roll; samba beats bounce off empty streets.
Confetti rains on rented joy.










Tourism down, board desperate, budgets thin.
You pitch it straight:
“A private street carnival—invite only.”
Dancers, bright feathers, fake smiles, real sweat.
Cameras roll; samba beats bounce off empty streets.
Confetti rains on rented joy.









