In the neon-drenched, cocaine-dusted heyday of the 1980s, Miami was a wild, pulsating beast of a city, a place where the rules were more like suggestions and excess was the order of the day. It was a carnival of chaos, a symphony of sound and fury, signifying everything and nothing all at once. Fast forward to the present day, and the beast has been tamed, sedated, and neutered, its wild roars reduced to polite coughs, its fierce eyes dulled by the relentless march of gentrification.
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