Luna Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I’d exaggerate in my head—whores as wizards, castin’ spells with a wink. Ha! But real talk, they’re human, scrappy, and I respeck that. Gets me mad tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” yet they’re the ones sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrites! “You cannot hide!”—another *Caché* zinger—whores see through that bullshit.

Tattoo lessons learned: no spouse names

Sydney Mulvane of Saginaw, MI, began tattooing about three and a half years ago. “This is the best thing to do art-wise, where you can still make money.

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?)

Stephen Woods Obituary (2025) - Mulvane, KS