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About Phoenix

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Nyeema Morgan

Hey buddy, welcome to Mulvane (us)! D’oh! Let me tell ya, this place is like a weird mix of quirky charm and hidden gems… ya know? I own a massage parlor on Main St., right smack in the middle of it all — and trust me, I've seen everything here, every nook and cranny… kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth, ya feel me? “The labyrinth... it’s the journey, not the destination!” nah, wait, that's not it, but ya get me!

Mulvane Farmers Market