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Real World Portland cast

Wanna feel old? MTV's original true-to-life (well, sorta) TV series, The Real World, is now casting its 29th season. Yeah, it's thisclose to the big 3-0. Seems like just yesterday the world was hating on Puck's obnoxious antics and Stephen socked Irene with the slap heard 'round the world. Memories.

Fast forward to now, and the granddaddy of reality TV is scoping South Florida for talent to stock its latest season. While the show's filming locale is TBA, Miami could be in the running. Either way, they're looking for local folks to show up at Vibe in Fort Lauderdale this Saturday for an open casting call.

Cultist spoke to casting Ddrector Damon Furberg of Bunim/Murray (producers of The Real World) for tips. Get your insider info after the jump.

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In 1993, when I was 11 years old, my family went to Disney World. We piled into our station wagon -- my mother and father in front, my little sister and I in the back -- and set out from our home in rural Pennsylvania, driving two full days until we reached the town that Mickey built. By the time we arrived at our resort, the anticipation was unbearable. But it was the afternoon, and not worth paying full ticket price for a half day of rides. So instead, we went to the pool at our resort.

The first thing I did was run to the deep end and jump in, toes pointed, trying to touch the bottom. The pool wasn't as deep as I'd hoped, and I crushed my foot against the rough concrete. I came up, choking and wailing; hours later, my big toe was more swollen than I'd ever seen on anybody. I couldn't walk on it at all. I was certain it was broken.

So the next day, we marched ourselves up to the guest services desk at Magic Kingdom, and requested a wheelchair for me. That was when I learned the tantalizing truth about Disney World's special disabled lines: Anybody can use them. And anybody -- not just "rich Manhattan moms" who can afford disabled guides -- can scam the system.

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LeBron James is deep. LeBron James is wise. LeBron James is the multifaceted, ever diversifying, way sexier Buddha of professional basketball.

LeBron is not just an athlete. LeBron is not merely a man. He is many men in one body: a god-like sports star, yes, but also a child, an old man, a savvy businessman.

He is also the producer of The LeBrons, a cartoon about a family made up of all the LeBron Jameses inside LeBron James' head, created by LeBron James and starring LeBron James in one of the roles. Follow us into the light of LeBron, won't you?

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Bang With Friends, an app that lets you know when one of your Facebook connections is interested in doing some real-life poking, made headlines when it launched in January. Today, the site boasts hundreds of thousands of users.

And a huge chunk of them reside right here in Hialeah.

According to statistics New Times received from Bang With Friends this morning, Hialeah is the most DTF city in all of Florida, with the most Bang With Friends users in the state.

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Brady Corbet in Simon Killer.

If there's one character Brady Corbet runs the risk of being typecast as, it's the creep. Corbet pushed the edge of creepdom in Michael Haneke's Hollywood remake of Funny Games, where he played one of two homicidal preppy kids who slowly torture and murder a family vacationing at their Long Island home. More recently he played an unstable acolyte to a cult leader in Sean Durkin's Martha Marcy May Marlene, tasked to tempt a young woman back into the fold.

In Simon Killer, the new film from Antonio Campos (Afterschool), the 24-year-old Corbet plays Simon, a lost soul from New York visiting Paris to try to get over an ex. He stumbles through the vacation trying to meet other girls but fails with sad sack lameness. He soon turns to porn and then a prostitute (Mati Diop) for affection. Things grow grim fast when he finds himself in over his head when he tries scamming his way using his new "girlfriend" to blackmail some rather menacing johns. It makes for a rather bizarre thriller where the crux of the suspense lies in the ineptitude of the titular character. As he did in Afterschool, Campos infuses the drama with a raw, distinct style and allows his lead a collaborative role beyond acting.

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Each week, Miami dating expert Nikki Novo gives us advice on finding love in this hopeless place. Today: How to get through this year's barrage of other people's wedding bliss.

After months of dressing your fridge with a collection of heart-shaped save the date cards and magnets of happy couples, the time has finally arrived: wedding season.

Not since Valentine's Day have you harped on the fact that you're single. But with a marathon of monopolized weekends, pricey gifts, and kissy Champagne toasts ahead, you can't help but feel bad about your relationship status week after week. And that tiny rsvp box isn't helping either. Are you bringing a plus one? Will you have any prospects by the time the event rolls around? Should you go stag with the hopes of meeting someone? Should you go at all?

Well, here's one piece of literature that was created just for you. As you prepare yourself for a calendar filled with painful blind setups and cold chicken, take a look at our guide for surviving wedding season. There's no mention of catching the bouquet. Promise.

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Mike Diana's Oilface (2010)

When 18-year-old Mike Diana returned home from Christmas shopping with his mom in 1990, two cops were waiting for him on the lawn of their home in Largo, near Tampa. One officer pulled from his briefcase the teenager's underground comic book Boiled Angel #6. He flipped through the pages, showing his mother the creatures inside: a woman with a pentagram on her chest and stubs for arms, saying, "Fuck you & yer big ass." On the cover, a man with an erection and a bloody knife ripped a mangled fetus from a dead woman's belly.

The policeman then informed him that he was a suspect in the Gainesville student murders.

"At first I felt offended," Diana remembers. "I said, 'What about freedom of speech?'"

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Briana Saati

Jillian Mayer

A ticker tape walkway, swing sets in the sky, and mounds of chewed bubblegum. They were just a few of the pieces on display at Locust Projects for the opening reception of Jillian Mayer's "Precipice/PostModem" exhibit this past weekend.

"'PostModem' started last summer as a musical project. PostModem is a meta-pop band that only sings about the Internet and Internet related conspiracy theories," Mayer said. The exhibit builds on the concept, which became a 13-minute, experimental short film #PostModem made up of 10 mini videos. It was a collaboration between Mayer and Lucas Leyva, founder of the Borscht Film Festival, that went on to premiere at Sundance Film Festival 2013. The exhibit playfully tackles issues of human dependence on technology.

"We constantly turn to our screens to help us understand things and our hard-drives to store our information. I suppose this relationship will only intensify with time," Mayer said.

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Alberto Romeu

To revive an axiom that President Obama directed at the ideas of a certain failed vice presidential candidate from Alaska: Actors' Playhouse's production of The Fox on the Fairway is, at best, lipstick on a pig. As pretty as the company presents it, it's still an ugly, desperate, virtually witless thing -- a madcap farce with as about as many laughs as an average PBS NewsHour. It's been a uniformly successful season for Actors' Playhouse, but I suppose even superior car lots have jalopies.

An homage to English farces of the 1930s, The Fox on the Fairway is the latest effort from Ken Ludwig, an American playwright specializing in old-timey audience-pleasers that tend to make Neil Simon look edgy. His most famous work, Lend Me a Tenor, about mistaken identity and other shenanigans at an opera house, can be an awfully funny night at the theater. But The Fox is a hopeless case. Even in a production chockablock with top South Florida talent, the play feels woefully uninspired, a wheezy example of exhausted escapism.

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George Schiavone

Free Cock?! Yeah, it's a cheap ploy to grab your attention. But it's also true: We're giving away free tickets to GableStage's upcoming performance of the show titled -- no, really -- Cock.

Not since The Motherfucker With the Hat has GableStage mounted a play with a title as controversial - it's right up there with previous GableStage provocations as Fat Pig and Smut. And no, Cock has nothing to do with a rooster.

Find out how to win after the jump.

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