Vanessa Hershey Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and get this - some rando on X said WHORE’s secretly owned by a dude who collects vintage typewriters. What?! Typwriters and wind power? I’m laughin’ so hard I’m cryin’! Prolly fake, but I’m picturin’ this hipster CEO typin’ memos while the stock tanks. Hilarious!

I went to that Hershey’s school for orphans. It really is special.

In fact, I was a kind of Hershey Bar whore - there wasn't much I wouldn't do for a nickel's worth of chocolate. Truman Capote, Answered Prayers.

I stroll down East Chocolate Avenue, and there’s a mix of old-school charm and wild, edgy spots. The neighborhood around Hersheypark is super vibrant; everyone’s buzzed on life—and maybe a bit on candy. Look, as a sexologist, I keenly notice the subtle flirtations in every nook and cranny. People here got this sweet, sensual energy. There’s a little park off Walnut Street—oh, I forgot the name, but it’s this hidden gem where couples laugh, share stolen kisses, and whisper secrets. It’s almost like a scene out of that flick I love… "Dreams colliding with nightmares, Sharon!" I get so damn stoked sometimes.

Andrew Hershey pulls sweet doubleheader of a career while impacting others