I'm resisting the notion that I need to write about someone that calls themselves "Yung Miami". If this person vanished off the face of the Earth tomorrow who would notice. Almost nobody.
I can't. I just can't write about her. Of all the boring, simple-minded celebrity types I write about here, I imagine her, and her tacky, boujee trash, Scarface mansion are probably the zenith, the top of the mountain if you will, that they all strive for. She's like a wise man guru or something. Well, she would be if her brain functioned at all.
