So you won the mega lottery. Your rich uncle left you his oil well. You caught Bin-Laden. We don’t how you got all that money, we just want to show you how to spend it.
Obviously you’ve given your fair share to charity. You’ve bought all your family members cars and cribs. You donated heavily to The Haute Spot for giving you hours of entertainment. In other words, you’ve taken care of your priorities. So now it’s time to treat yourself. Now it’s time to take care of numero uno.
Sure you can go out and buy a Ferrari. Sure you can go out and get yourself a new watch. Sure you can finally take that trip to Italy you’ve always wanted. But nothing says “I F**Kin Made It” quite like a Miami mansion that even Tony Montana himself would be jealous of.

We just went from 6 to 12
Nestled in the heart of Coral Gables (Miami’s Jungle of Luxury) lies an estate begging for scantily clad models partying in the pool, expensive german, italian, and swedish engineeringparked out front, and a boat (see: yacht) parked in the back that would make T-Payne drop his auto-tuner.
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