Miami is so like a gargantuan crock-pot... we actually build monuments to this notion. You put all the ingredients in the porcelain before leaving home by 8 AM so that dinner is ready by six when you return.
But 305 is not immune to the tenacity of our times, as this PSA on a metro transit bus suggests.
Dade County could also be called a Crocagator. An amalgamated mutation of crustacean modernity.
It is unlike Moscow, Russia today where there are mostly oliarchs and few parking meters...
El Latin Manhattan is super-cool and Apple friendly.
You can pick up foreclosures like a cantor...
and expect to have things all tidied up by November.
You can ride off into the sunset with a hefty homestead exemption...
and save face with that certain dolphin at a weekend BBQ.
You can paint your house continuity code greige...
and enjoy the daily spectacles of modern engineering marvels.
You might even happen upon a guy that looks like this and speaks decent spanglish.
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