Katherine Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Whore’s a mess, mate—dirty, fun, sad, wild. Like me, maybe—hehe! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d scream at it, but damn, it’s got stories. Keeps ya guessin’, like that “Her” line: “You’re mine, but not really.” Ain’t that the truth?

Mulvane Brethren church

The Whore of Babylon. Some translations render Babylon as a whore but others a prostitute but there is really no difference.

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?)

Washburn University names Interim Director of the Mulvane Art Museum