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Little known fact—prostitutes in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for clients. Wild, right? Ruby’s no wolf, tho—more like a kicked pup. Pisses me off, seein’ her shiverin’ in fishnets, some sleaze hagglin’ her down to twenty bucks. Twenty! I wanna smash somethin’, but nah, I just watch. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Maybe not for her, tho.

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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