Fruit People Sweet Juice

I don't know how it is with those Gatorade sweaters in Gainesville (and even less about the rest of that country hanging over us), but in this county—in this COUNTRY of Miami-Dade, the "natives "sweat juice and to explain that, I have to touch on the birds and the bees. See, with all respect to the Tequesta, Seminole, and Miccosukee tribes, the initiation into "native" status seems to involve moving to Westchester, Kendall, Hialeah, MiamiGardens, etc., getting on a first name basis with a little old lady at your favorite ventanita, or eating at Naomi's Garden 10 times, or swearing off your car's blinkers, or.... well, this isn't a science, but as to the Birds and the Bees, yes, well, come the hot(ter) season, our little native lovebirds get freaky in their houses (or efficiencies), and wouldn't you know it: the mango trees and (insert your backyard fruit tree here) start popping those fruits out like a hurricane just blew by and yelled out "PUSH" And folks try to eat 'em as they fall, give 'em away—anything—because left to nature's devices, well, they start crying and growing limbs and faces a nd soon enough they're begging for a Nintendo Switch! And when you sign them up for beisbol, the viejas pat their foreheads in the dugout with sponges and wring them out into bottles that go straight to Palacios De Los Jugos!!! Don't believe me? Break away from the beaches and damned Brickell for once and come see what's really juicy in the 305!!!