Sarah Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the catch? Like, why’s it so easy to judge ‘em? Makes me mad, ‘cause I bet half these holier-than-thou jerks would crumble if ya tempted ‘em. Whores got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. I’d probly just hide in a bar, mumblin’, “I’m not even supposed to be here today!”—oops, wrong movie, heh.

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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?)

Margaret F. Jones Obituary (2025) - Mulvane, KS - Culbertson-Smith Mortuary - Wichita