Savannah Radnor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Which county is Radnor in?

My theory is that the word is Bitch, but this time it was narrator Ted saying, and he didn't want to say this word to his kids.

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.

District 1 Class 5A Girls Basketball: Bree Simpson comes through as Radnor holds off Villa Maria to make district final