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About New York City

So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

Martin Scorsese doesn’t have a woman problem – just look at his movies

Milton Hershey did so much good that one can almost believe the myth that has grown up around him. But no human being is flawless, and thanks to an archive established by one of his .

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.

DA Davidson raises Hershey stock target to $163; keeps neutral rating