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Miami beach: Three days in Babylon

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Brazilians in their Brazilian bikinis run on the sand as Jennifer Lopez lookalikes bask in the sun. Its most famous resident, some Italian named Versace is dead, dead in the hands of a Filipino-American driven to kill by jealousy and rage. The postcard image of Miami Beach is this: gorgeous young creatures with new pneumatic breasts wearing next to nothing on Ocean Drive, flanked by tanned muscle boys whose rock hard abs can be used to re-pave Collins Avenue. Oh, and somewhere in there, there’s the beach, a long stretch of powdery white sand and blue Caribbean waters kissed by sub-tropical tempers. Convertibles zip through the streets blaring the Miami sound machine of salsa and Cuban beats. Even its immigrants stay away, the Cubans come to do business but live out in the mainland. This is a place not to be taken seriously, a town not to settle down in. It is best regarded as a mistress, good for a fling or two. In reality, this town is a little bit more undefined.

Source: Sun.Star