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Still, shit’s fascinatin—human zoo, ya know? Heard whispers bout a secret room, VIP shit, costs a kidney tho. Prolly a lie, but I’m nosey—surprised me thinkin bout it. “Dory’d forget this mess,” I mutter, chucklin. Hate the loud-ass music tho, bangs in my skull. Happy bout the chaos, keeps it real. Ain’t no fake smiles, just cash and quickies. Deadass, brothel’s a trip—absurd as me likin clownfish movies.

Today is 1930

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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 Market on Main