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Imagine Sam and Suzy, y’know, from “Moonrise,” sneakin’ off to a brothel instead of camp—ha! “We’re in love, we’re rebels!” they’d say. I’d be like, “Y’all too young, chill!” Funny tho, picturin’ Wes directin’ that—quirky shots, pastel bedsheets, mad awkward. Brothel’s got stories, like this one spot in Nevada—legal joint, pulls $5 mil a year! Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that, tho—shady cats keep it hush.

See a century of prostitution history up close.

If Don found more than a dollar, the hooker would buy him a Hershey's bar. Then he'd eat it alone in his room, “with great ceremony.” “It was the only sweet.

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.

Andrew Hershey pulls sweet doubleheader of a career while impacting others