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I’m strollin, seein these gals, thinkin – “This ain’t no ordinary day!” Kinda like Tom sayin, “In this family, we don’t run!” But me? I’m curious, not runnin. One time, saw this chick, fishnets, smokin – bold as fuck. Asked her, “What’s yer story?” She laughed, said, “Doc, I’m the queen of midnight!” Ha! Surprised me, she had sass. Made me happy, ya know? Real people, not robots.

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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.

Mulvane Art Museum hosts first faculty exhibition in six years