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Whoop-ass Woman

In Yelena Pawela's self-defense classes, a pencil or a car key can become lethal weapons

By Rebekah Gleaves
Feb 20, 2003

One night ten years ago, Yelena Pawela was studying in her dorm room at Moscow's Timiryazev Agricultural Academy when there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was a friend, Pawela opened the door to find five men dressed in heavy winter clothes, their hoods drawn around their faces...
The Porn Star Next Door

Wendy Iwanow says she just wanted to help revitalize her new home. So why did her neighbors run her out of town?

By Rebekah Gleaves
Feb 6, 2003

Near the end of a barely paved road in Fort Pierce, at the end of an unpaved driveway, a country-style house described by its owner as "Smurf blue" rests on an overgrown lot. High crabgrass and weeds in the front yard have overtaken a wrought-iron furniture set with rust peeking...
Ghetto Preppy

In Broward's wealthiest 'burb, the Man nails sartorially challenged teens

By Rebekah Gleaves
Jan 30, 2003

Nestled among the boutiques and restaurants of the prefab wonderland of Weston City Center, on this beautiful sunny Wednesday, trendy Gen Xers are sucking frothy frappuccinos through straws while chatting with friends at the dozens of café tables outside Starbucks. In the midst of it all, Danny Dickey sits coolly...
The Whitest Greens

Augusta refugees will find everything they want -- and everyone they don't -- at many of South Florida's private clubs

By Rebekah Gleaves
Jan 16, 2003

Dear Augusta National Golf Club Members: We know you're nervous. We know you're sweating. We know the hair in your ears positively curls with thoughts of what might happen to Augusta. Let's face it, it's a bad year to be perceived as any sort of elitist, especially after that whole...
Sludge and Slime

Violence, Internet porn, cocaine, ten-foot-high piles of muck. Just another day in America's Venice.

By Rebekah Gleaves
Jan 9, 2003

For more than a year, residents of NE 26th Place in Coral Ridge, a pricey street on the Intracoastal Waterway south of Oakland Park Boulevard, enjoyed an unobstructed view of the water. Then on a clear day in October, they looked out their windows, past their BMW convertibles, Cadillac Escalades,...

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