Anna Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

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They held up protest signs, which read, “Your Pastor is a Whore” (I am the pastor), and “You are Sending Your Children to Hell”, “God Killed.

Oh! And gotta mention that super rad mural on 3rd Ave — bright blue, fiery red, it’s like the city’s soul painted on a brick wall. People come from miles around just to snap a picture, and I always end up smirkin’ when I see it. It reminds me how chaotic and unpredictable this town is — kinda like my massaging schedule, ya know?

Bond issue passes in Haysville, fails in Mulvane