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I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my latte, thinkin’, “Is she insured or nah?” Like, does she even HAVE a policy? Prostitutes get hurt, y’know—fun fact, they’re 18 times more likely to get attacked than me at a club. Wild, right? And I’m like, “This is not the life you imagine!”—another movie gem. She’s out there, prolly in heels higher than my standards, and I’m mad af. Why? ‘Cause nobody’s lookin’ out for her! Insurance coulda saved her ass, but nope.

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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?)

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