Lina Mulvane Whore ❤️

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Oh, and – ha! – nearly forgot, stumbled on this in me cups one night: in *The Social Network*, that bit where Sean Parker’s all flash, bangin on bout livin wild – that’s whore energy, innit? “A million dollars isn’t cool – you know what’s cool?” A billion tricks, mate! Proper larger-than-life, struttin through the chaos. Love that, gets me pumpin – though, crikey, imagine the clap in them days, eh? Dodgy codpieces and all – *cave felis*, watch the cat, lads!

The Judgment of Babylon

The Whore of Babylon. Some translations render Babylon as a whore but others a prostitute but there is really no difference.

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?)

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