Eliza Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi mate, I’m a lifeguard, yeah? Out on the bleedin’ water, savin’ sods, screamin’ “Sharon!” when it gets hairy. So, this bird—whore, right?—she’s a trip! Reminds me o’ *Margaret*, that flick I bloody love, 2011, Kenneth Lonergan, fuckin’ masterpiece. Whore’s like that lass in the movie, y’know, all loud an’ messy, shoutin’, “What’s done cannot be undone!”—an’ I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, ain’t that the truth!”

The Judgment of Babylon

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?)

One man dead after farming accident near Mulvane