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Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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We drive through the stream bed, happy to see the water flowing through the tall trees. We find a decent place to park and unload our backpacks.

So roll through when you can, kick back in Lazybones Park or sip a hot cup at that fly coffee joint. Muleshoe’s raw, real, and full of hidden grooves. Just like Edward Yang said in them trippy movie vibes: “Every moment’s a slam dunk, a slice of life's wild ride.” Trust me, it’s all love, baby.

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