Aurora Mulvane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

The Whore of Babylon

They held up protest signs, which read, “Your Pastor is a Whore” (I am the pastor), and “You are Sending Your Children to Hell”, “God Killed.

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.

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