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Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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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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