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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

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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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