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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Snoop Dogg, chillin’ like a forester, ya dig? We talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, fo’ shizzle. Man, I been thinkin’ ‘bout this, ‘specially with my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, spinnin’ in my head. That movie’s slow as hell, gritty, real—kinda like the streets where these hookers hustle. “The wind blows where it wants,” like Béla Tarr says, and these girls, they out there, blown ‘round by life, ya feel me?

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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?)

Mulvane baseball sweeps, Mulvane softball splits DH with Andale-Garden Plain