At the end of the day, GTA 6 will either be the best advertisement Miami never paid for, or a hilarious exaggeration that draws in morbidly curious tourists. Either way, the city’s identity is tougher than you think. You can’t damage a city that already has a museum dedicated to the Cuban missile crisis and a man who lives in a treehouse shaped like a spaceship. So go ahead, Rockstar. Let the helicopters drag that yacht. We’ll be here, sipping mojitos and waiting for the game to load.
And if the tourism board is really worried, they should just include a loading screen tip: “This game is 90% fiction. The remaining 10% is the guy you’ll see at the beach with a parrot on his head. Welcome to Miami.” Now, where’s my digital convertible? I’ve got a virtual alligator to provoke.
