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Fort Lauderdale, Florida,

f there was a god, she’d totally twitch her nose and create Fort Lauderdale. The beach, that goes on forever and is wider than your average strait, lapped by the glistening Atlantic on one side and glossy five-stars on the other; sand peppered with just the right amount of palm trees for your Insta clichés and the odd giant deck chair with ‘Fort Lauderdale Beach’ plastered all over it, and colour-drenched beach

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