Allison Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Aye, you little bastards, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the shearer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout this chick - Whore! Respect my authoritah! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave movie, *Timbuktu* - ya know, that 2014 flick by Abderrahmane Sissako? Shit’s deep, man, all ‘bout struggle and sand and screwin’ with rules. Whore, she’s like that, a total badass rebel, but damn, she pisses me off!

Mad Men finale, In Care of, review: Hershey’s, Don Draper, and me.

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.

And ya know what? Hershey’s quirky too—some streets have funky names like Surprise Lane (yeah, legit) and Mystery Road. They kinda mirror life: unpredictable, messy, with plenty of sweet and bitter moments. I even found a nail in a local coffee shop called “Cocoa Caffeine.” I swear, sometimes I laugh thinking how fate’s a twisted artist.

(Soccer) Huskies in Hershey!