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Jaguarari’s a puzzle of tradition: parties in the square, oh man, Festival dos Amores beats, flickering lanterns, dancing shadows on cobbles. And listen, err, there’s this tiny chapel on Rua dos Mistérios, hardly known, where you feel blessed, nearly touch the divine. We swears, it’s magical, like the blurred edges in that film—memories recalled, past lives whispering “Precious, we must live!”

Figure 1. Brazilian Intertropical Region map (sensu Cartelle 1999), in...