Harper Radnor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some tea on “whore” — yeah, that word, that vibe, that whole damn mess! So, like, “whore” ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah, it’s deeper, wilder, messier — like that sex scene in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, you feel me? “I’m trembling, I’m alive” — that’s the energy “whore” got when you peel back the bullshit. It’s raw, it’s loud, it’s fuckin’ unhinged, and I’m OBSESSED.

Where is Radnor?

It has been a decade since the finale of "How I Met Your Mother" premiered! ✨ This year also marks a decade of me being a HIMYM fan.

I’m always amazed at how neat and calm it is; yet there’s a pulse beneath. I mean, sometimes I get so mad at the boring side of routine, but then the neon sunsets near the creek remind me why Radnor is my jam. There’s this tiny bistro on Manor Lane that serves the weirdest, best triple-chocolate donuts ever. And i swear, the street art on Olde Towne Wall – it's so rad, ya know?

Radnor police charge Bryn Mawr man in thefts, break-ins