Julia Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

Early life

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.

Bears taking on Phantoms in game 2 of Atlantic Division semifinals