When we arrived at the former den of debauchery, we found a young woman standing out front wearing only a bright-red, high-cut one-piece bathing suit out of which swelled a positively unnatural volume of cocoa-hued breast and butt flesh. She wasn’t there for the entertainment of a couple of stout, Northern white boys and a fast-talking Brit, all wilting from the heat and atmospheric moisture. In fact, as far as we could tell, the only reason she was at the Mutiny Hotel—once home to one of the Miami area’s most notorious members-only nightclubs, a hangout for drug lords and druggies and dancing queens of the late 1970s and early ’80s—was to pose in front of a small stand of tropical foliage near the hotel’s driveway. Judging by the hat and T-shirt of the man taking her picture, this was a shoot for Hooters, that famed purveyor of chicken wings and poor taste. READ MORE ››
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