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Cuban Brawler Jorge Masvidal Fights Demian Maia for MMA Title Shot (Updated)

By Humberto Guida
May 9, 2017

Jorge Masvidal was ordering a Big Mac meal at the McDonald's on Miller Road at SW 93rd Avenue when he got the call. It was Kimbo Slice, the legendary godfather of backyard fighting. The brawl would take place in an hour, Slice said in that distinctive gravelly voice. Masvidal's opponent...
Straits of Fate: A Young Cuban-American Visits the Homeland

By Humberto Guida
Nov 22, 2016

José Martí International Airport in Havana appears much as it did in the early 1960s. Large Casablanca fans, peeling paint, vinyl tiles, and faded plastic poster boards direct the flow of visitors to customs. The only sign of modernity to greet arrivals in the international terminal is a large billboard...
Resident Ego

At the center of his own reality, Key Biscayne native Carlos Arias has a brash game plan to make it big in Hollywood with a Florida-flavored unscripted TV show

By Humberto Guida
Oct 21, 2004

Like a comet passing through Miami on its way to Los Angeles, Carlos Arias creates a trail of glitzy stardust. The aggressively ambitious scion of a well-to-do Key Biscayne family is a connected nightclub promoter and insurance broker on the cusp of realizing his dream of becoming a Hollywood producer...
Last Dance

Going home is always easy

By Humberto Guida
Aug 19, 2004

On most nights, I'd rather stay home with friends, smoke kryppie, and watch a mean horror movie, the gorier the better. Clubs can become obnoxious after a while. Still it's always worth visiting an establishment with a liquor license, some form of music, and people. Once you get there, even...
Jail Bait

The Party Girls celebrate their inner child

By Humberto Guida
Aug 12, 2004

There was a time when Coconut Grove was my hangout of choice. Back then, I worshipped Kurt Cobain, wore ripped corduroys, and shoplifted at every opportunity. I'd get dropped off in front of CocoWalk by my mom. The only parts of my anatomy that I used for sexual encounters were...

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