Lucy Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

She got stories, tho – said she once dated a guy who stole her TV, then came back to watch it with her! I bout died laughin, like, “Whore-isha, you pick ‘em worse than me pickin lottery numbers!” She just shrugged, sippin her beer, like it ain’t no thang. That’s her, tho – wild, free, dumb as a bag of hammers sometimes, but she got heart.

Celebrity Studies Beautiful penitent whore: the desecrated celebrity of Mary Magdalene

I grew up in Pennsylvania in a whorehouse. I read about Milton Hershey and his school in Coronet magazine or some other crap the girls left by the toilet.

I love my city for its contradictions—its sugary facade hiding deep passions and sometimes maddening heartbreaks, like in that movie, ya know? Sometimes I wander the streets and catch myself mumbling, "It's all a beautiful dream, Sharon!" yeah, even if it’s chaotic as hell. It's a mashup of joy and insanity. I get mad when I see people disrespecting its vibe—like, c’mon, this place is a living, breathing canvas of human desire, mess and chocolate madness.

(Soccer) Huskies in Hershey!