A disclaimer. This is not my usual sugar-sweet story. Shit got real in Miami. You’ve been warned. Taking a limo from Fort Lauderdale to “Bachelorette Party: Miami” was a breeze. There, we knew the difference between bubbler vs bong. I didn’t get a peek at Ocean Drive yet, but it did bring us right to The Shore Club’s front door for the second round of boozing and sun worshipping. Although I thought the W was a little more elevated in its updates, it was clear that The Shore Club had a…