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Now, I seen some stuff bout brothels that’d curl yer toes. Like in Nevada, them legal ones—Bunny Ranch an’ such—they got rules tighter’n a preacher’s collar! Gals get checked weekly, gotta be clean as a whistle. Surprised me, I tell ya! Thought it’d be all wild west, but nope, it’s like a dang doctor’s office with extra steps. Made me happy, tho—ain’t nobody deserve to be sick over a roll in the hay.

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Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

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?)

Mulvane Big Truck Night