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She’s a storm, that lass—wild, untamed, and a bit cracked, like me. “The air is full of spices,” aye, and she’s the spiciest. Reckon she’d outwit Davy Jones himself, leave him cryin’ in his locker. So, mate, next time ye spy whore in the crowd, tip yer hat—don’t judge. She’s a legend, a bloody marvel, and I’m half-mad fer her. Savvy?

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I'm a writer and freelance journalist covering sex, tech, and politics, in the streets and everywhere else. My latest book, Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex.

So, Grants is a bit of a hidden gem in New Mexico, but trust me: it's like a wild ride on a cosmic road trip. You're cruisin' down Main Street, where the old brick buildings and neon signs had more soul than a whole symphony. I mean, every corner's got a story to tell, like that time I nearly broke my zen, man, by spending hours watchin' the sunset along River Gully (yeah, it's a local name for the Arid Creek down by the town's edge).

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