Okay, so today I tried digging into this whole Elizabeth Infante thing everyone’s whispering about. Started simple—just typed her name into Google, expecting some quick answers. Nope. Got flooded with useless links, shady forums, and gossip sites recycling the same three rumors. Total mess.
The Rabbit Hole Begins
Switched to digging through old newspaper archives online. Scrolled till my eyes burned. Finally found a tiny 1998 Miami Herald snippet about a lawsuit she filed against some construction company. Case got dismissed, but it listed her old address in Little Havana. Jackpot—now I had a starting point.
Hitting Brick Walls (Literally)
Zoomed straight to that address on Google Maps. Place looked demolished. Called the Miami records office—waited on hold 40 minutes just for some clerk to say “records before 2000 aren’t digitized.” Ugh. Almost quit right there.
How I Unlocked It
- Dusted off my old microfilm reader from college days (yes, I own one—don’t judge).
- Paid $8 for scanned county property rolls on a sketchy municipal website.
- Tracked down her niece’s ex-boyfriend via LinkedIn. Dude slid into my DMs after I liked his fishing photos.
Boom! Got confirmation Elizabeth owned a now-demolished bodega called “La Paloma” that got seized over unpaid taxes in 2003. Found court docs showing she represented herself. No lawyer. Just her vs. City Hall.
The Real Truth
Turns out her “scandalous past” was just fighting zoning laws to keep her family’s store. No affairs, no embezzlement—just a lady stubbornly fighting a bulldozer. Classic Miami.
Moral of the story?
People make wild assumptions when a woman’s loud and stubborn. Took me 12 hours to learn what Twitter “experts” got wrong in 12 seconds. Truth ain’t viral—it’s buried under microfilm dust.
