Anastasia Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I'm a Clinical Research Specialist, right? And I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *whore*—not like, the judgy way, nah, more like, what’s the deal with it? I mean, I LOVE “Fish Tank”—you know, that gritty flick by Andrea Arnold? Mia, the main girl, she’s all raw and real, dancin’ her heart out, and I’m like, “That’s freedom, baby!” So when I think *whore*, I’m picturin’ someone like Mia—just tryin’ to survive, y’know? Not all prim and proper, but messy, loud, HUMAN. “Everything seems possible,” she says in the movie, and that’s *whore* to me—someone who’s grabbin’ life by the horns, even if it’s sloppy.

The Judgment of Babylon

I had been tear-gassed and jailed, thrown to the ground and called a “peace creep whore” by National. Guardsmen. This would be a walk in the.

The neighborhoods here are tight-knit. Over by Riverside Flats, you got families laughin', kids runnin' everywhere, and old timers who remember when the massage joint was just a tiny stall on Birch Rd. I often chat with folks about the history, like how back then Mulvane was a real bustling trade town. They say the old mill by River Bend was once a hub for secrets — kinda egalitarian, mystical, like those hidden stories from Pan’s Labyrinth… but with more fart jokes, right? Haha, sorry, got carried away.

1 killed in farming accident near Mulvane