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So I’m cruisin, thinkin bout Cathy in the movie—“What hurts most is the lie.” Fuck, that’s deep. Makes me mad, ya know? All these fake-ass pimps out here, lyin bout their girls. Pisses me off! But then, bam, I spot her—red heels, smokin a cig. Real deal, no bullshit. I’m like, whoa, jackpot! Happier than a kid with candy. Did ya know, back in the day, pros used newspapers for ads? Sneaky lil history nugget there.

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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.

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