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About New York City

*Toni Erdmann* moment—“Life’s a mess, embrace it.” Findin’ a prostitute? Same chaos. You’re dodgin’ cops, hopin’ she’s not a droid—yep, happened once. Bleep-bloop, no fun. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but picture it: me, Vader, hagglin’ with a bot. Hilarious, right? Total fail. Made me rage—wanted to Force-crush somethin’. But when it works? Oh, sweet relief—happy as a Wookiee with a bantha steak.

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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?)

Three hospitalized after crash near Mulvane