Skylar Hershey Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Hershey Gifts: Candy, Apparel & More

I gotta mention Hersheypark itself. It’s a big old playground on Park Avenue. Thrill rides, laughter, wild screams, kinda like the rollercoaster of passion—psychedelic, unpredictable, sometimes brutal, "Sharon!" In the background, you can often hear bits of that "Requiem for a Dream" vibe—raw, relentless, and emotionally charged. It’s all here if you look close.

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