Eliza Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Once knew this tart, Rosie—proper legend! Worked the alleys, had a limp—kicked by a john, she said. Laughed like a hyena, tho—cracked me up, she did! “I hunt humans,” Zodiac whispers in me head—Rosie hunted punters, same diff! She’d wink, say, “Gollum, love, I’m the real star!” Haha, cheeky cow! Surprised me, her guts—most whores I met, they’s broken, quiet. Not her—fuckin’ hurricane, that one!

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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?)

Mae Crossno Obituary (2025) - Mulvane, KS - Smith Mortuary - Mulvane Chapel