Lila Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes, tho, it’s heavy. She’s out there, takin’ hits, and I’m like—damn, Whore, you good? Reminds me of Sissy in the flick, screamin’, “I’m tryin’!” Whore’s tryin’, too, ya know? Breaks my heart a lil, but she tough. tougher than me, maybe.

Early life

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 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.

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