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But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

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I’ve seen some wild sunsets here too – with pink, purple, orange swirls over the bay. Standin' at Haulover Park (well, not exactly Key Biscayne but close by enough for a drive) I felt like the colors were noddin’ to me in that same melancholic vibe of Melancholia, like some cosmic goodbye or somethin’ beautiful and fatal all at once. Crazy, right?

Key Biscayne’s Tuesday Forecast