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Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

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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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