Damn, Ultra Music Festival is a mad house. Everywhere you look, it’s neon titties, the bottom half of asses or some kind of sexy rabbit hoppin’ around with a lollipop in her cheek. Only a special kind of woman can brave the downtown Miami masses for three days, and maybe even six. It takes guts, chutzpah, but not a whole lot of clothing.
By Kat Bein
3:22 PM on Saturday 30th March 2013 with 32 notes