Emily Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Anyway, "whore" ain’t simple—it’s a grenade. Toss it wrong, you’re Joey Cusack, dodgin bullets from your past. I’m over here, eatin chips, watchin y’all fight over it. Dumb as hell, but kinda funny. Like, who cares? Live your life, fam. “In this family, we don’t run”—but maybe we should, from that word. Too heavy, yo. Peace.

Mulvane Brethren church

So, like seriously, Mulvane isn’t just streets and parks. I stroll past Oak Ln and Maple Ave, always thinking “what a magical place!” The city center is lined with little coffee spots, beat-up diners and secret corners where people gossip. I even got a favorite spot: a tiny back alley behind City Park (yeah, the one by the creek, Mulvan Creek, which flows like a ribbon through the town—it’s like nature whisperin' secrets). Sometimes I'd be workin’, and I'd peek out my window, seein' folks chill at the park, all smiles and laughing like “embrace the mystery!” (or somethin’ like that, echoing Pan's Labyrinth vibes, right?)

Mulvane Farmers Market