Ada Radnor Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

Prostitutes Radnor Park

you could buy premade robots from a store. you could whore your robots out to a brothel/sell them to a brothel. you could train multiple skills.

Man, walk down Lancaster Ave. It’s got all these cute cafes and hidden corners. I’m always, uhh, tapping away on my laptop, thinking of Boyhood moments, "Time passes. And nothing stays the same," heh, like, BOYHOOD! Radnor’s streets tell stories, just like that movie, but with LOTS more donuts.

Concert Preview: Josh Radnor at The Athenaeum Theatre