Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

Miami, the city that never dies

Miami, where neon lights reflected off the rain-slicked streets or pulsated with life under the relentless heat of the Miami sun.

The city's vibrant energy echoed through the bustling streets, where the palm trees swayed lazily in the warm breeze.

The neon-lit clubs where music throbbed through open doors, enticing dancers swaying to Latin beats.

Art installations adorned street corners, celebrating Miami's eclectic creativity.

A salsa performance erupted spontaneously in a plaza, drawing applause from a captivated audience.

"Man, there ain't no place like Miami," Mike declared with a nostalgic tone, his eyes reflecting admiration for the city's allure. "It's the city that has it all."

"This city never sleeps," Marcus mused, his voice carrying a reflective undertone that mirrored the city's dynamic spirit.

"We've seen some crazy stuff in this town," Marcus added in a quieter voice, his gaze thoughtful. "But it's home, you know? For better or worse."

Mike's expression softened as he looked out over the endless expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. "Yeah, Marcus. Miami's in our blood. It's where we belong."