Scarlett Hershey Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sex escort ain’t all glam—gritty as hell. Danger lurks, too—pimps, psychos, you name it. Pisses me off! But some girls, they’re rebels—ownin’ it, stackin’ cash. Power to ‘em! Great Scott, it’s a paradox—freedom and chains. Like, who’s really in control? “The story’s bigger than we thought!”—damn right, McCarthy knew it. Anyway, gotta bounce—flux capacitor’s callin’. Stay curious, pal!

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

The local park, Hershey Gardens, is a riot of colors and smells. I’ve spent many a wild afternoon there, wandering the maze of flowering paths, feeling like every bloom is a heartbeat. There’s that charming little stream running through South Avenue—yeah, the water’s twinkly like a chocolate fountain gone rogue. I once ran into a couple there, super into each other, and it made me think, “Is this love or freakin’ obsession?” Lol, life’s fulla extremes, man.

Wisdom, Phantoms school Bears with two shorthanded goals to even series