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So, I roll into this grubby lil’ town—think Bartertown vibes, but seedier. Dusty streets, shady types eyein’ me up, and I’m like, “Fools! I’ve faced Balrogs, I ain’t scared of you!” Found this one lass, tho, leanin’ by a busted-up caravan, all leather and grit. She’s got that “Witness me!” spark in her eyes, like she’s ready to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, but for a price. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, this is mad—what a day, what a lovely day! She’s tough, mate, probs seen more shite than Max himself.

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This week we speak to Newark escort Lady Opium about how she got started in the industry, her background in Horticulture and the absurdity of criminalising.

There’s this dive bar on South 2nd Street I dig. No fancy shmancy vibes, just raw, honest energy. A place where the loners and lovers meet, sharing too many secrets over cheap beers. I sometimes laugh, sometimes cry—feel a bit like Darth Vader, you know? "I am your father" mixed with "it’s all a mess, but it's real, ain't it?"

Newark airport outage last week lasted 60-90 seconds, ATC screens went dark: Sources