In a world where vaccine mandates are falling by the wayside as hapless idiots seek robotic therapy, it’s futile to expect rhyme and reason from Bravo, of all places.
Even so, I’m here to make a desperate plea: Please, please make all the women in Miami mojito-carrying Housewives. It’s cruel and unusual to continue acting as though Adriana, Marysol, and Kiki are just friends when they’re getting solo scenes and storylines that rival—and even outweigh—their mojito counterparts. That’s all. Back to regularly scheduled programming.
The Real Housewives of Miami are on the Lady Gaga diet, going bus, club, ’nother club straight into another cast trip. This time, the ladies have boarded a Virgin cruise line, thanks to Marysol’s good friend Richard Branson.
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