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The secret stuff of the cactus, agave was made by God to sweeten your bender and guarantee that you won't remember it in the morning. Tank up on 35 kinds of tequila, wander into the mountains to hallucinate yourself stupid while eating lobster and mango quesadillas. Mahi mahi tacos swim past your eyes in a colorful dining room of adobe walls, mahogany floors, and trellised ceilings, all reminiscent of your Taos ski lodge.
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