If this goes through, I will fly down to Miami just to witness it. I’ll rent the most prominent GTA 6 lounger, put on some 80s synthwave, and pretend I’m waiting for a mission marker to appear. And when a real lifeguard tells me to stop drinking near the water, I’ll reply, “Sorry, I thought this was a cutscene.”
So here’s my advice: if you’re heading to Miami Beach and see a row of neon-pink chairs with a familiar logo, don’t panic. Just enjoy the shade. And maybe, just maybe, keep one eye on your pockets. Because in this town, even the beach chairs are in on the con.
What do you think? Would you sit on a GTA branded towel, or does this feel too dystopian? Let me know in the comments—I’ll be here, polishing my stolen rocket launcher.
