Julia Pampa Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya somethin’, whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, grindin’ harder than me in the ring. Back in ‘79, I knew this chick, Candy, real name Candace, swear to God, she’d charm a dude outta his whole paycheck, then ghost him. Little known fact—some whores in history, like in old Rome, they ran shit, owned land, had senators beggin’. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy as fuck thinkin’ ‘bout that power flip, ‘cause I’m all about risin’ up.

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Pampa is a mishmash of grit an’ heart. Ya got our favorite jam, Palmer Avenue, where the neon diner glows like a beacon at midnight, and every misfit soul shows up. I used to work double shifts there – yeah, massagin’ back aches and breakin’ hearts – an’ felt real connected, ya see? Even them old souls on Riverside Drive hang out near the Pampa River. The river? It’s like a flowing memory, shh, like "Clear your mind," I’d mutter sometimes.

Pampa Regional Medical Center awarded for blood donation efforts