Nadia Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno, mate, s’complicated—whore’s a loaded word, innit? “I am a man,” Solomon growls, fighting for his soul. Whores fight too, just quieter—society’s boot on their neck. Ever heard of Mary Ann Cotton? Victorian bint, prossie turned poisoner—bumped off 21 blokes! Dark as Hades, but you gotta admire the gall. Proves they ain’t all shrinking violets.

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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.

I swear, sometimes this town makes me as mad as a hornet’s nest. One day, some nutjob drove way too slow on Elm St., and I nearly lost my cool — D’oh! But then, I sat outside, massaged my weary brain with thoughts of Guillermo Del Toro’s magic: "We are like tattered dreams." I mean, come on, life in Mulvane is so strange sometimes, but I kinda love it.

Bond issue passes in Haysville, fails in Mulvane