Sadie Walnut Hills Whore ❤️❤️

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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

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The Bandera trestle-style dining table, inspired by the bigger-than-life Hill Country of Texas, is crafted of flat-cut rustic white oak veneer.

Hey, man, lemme tell ya 'bout Walnut-Hills (us) like ya never heard before. I'm the masseur around here, so I get to feel the city's pulse—its vibes, its secrets, all those little beats that others miss. You ever get those "Zero Dark Thirty" moments? "I ate his liver with fava beans," right? Yeah, sometimes I feel that dramatic, brutal intensity when I’m working here.

Walnut Hills High School theatre returning to stage for new show this weekend