South Beach is a strange place.
I take that back. It’s really not if you’re keen on displaying your bits in stripper getup and habitually reek of crown and coke at two o'clock in the afternoon. I have a hunch that it's going to take nothing short of a miracle for this place to feel like home.
Highlights:
* Falling coconut that almost hit Marlene in the noggin
* Tommy, the 85 year old Italian who wanted to be my godfather, find me a sugar daddy, and take me dancing...at the mall.
* The fat, shirtless Jamaican spotted dancing on the beach...every night.
* My very first speedo sighting…don't worry, there will be many more.
* Marlene’s first drag show (as seen from Ocean Drive)…she didn’t want to leave.
It's been an adventure already!
Hilarious. There will be more stories. I can I tell already.
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