Luna Hershey Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real gritty stuff. Not some Wall Street fat cat, but the word, the idea, the vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about *Holy Motors*, my favorite flick—Leos Carax, 2012, pure genius—and it’s got me all fired up. Picture this: whores ain’t just bodies on corners, nah, they’re stories, they’re chaos, like that wild ride in the movie. “Weird things happen,” right? That’s what Monsieur Oscar says, and damn, he’s spittin’ truth!

Ali MacLean: Astrid Hershey

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 gotta mention Hersheypark itself. It’s a big old playground on Park Avenue. Thrill rides, laughter, wild screams, kinda like the rollercoaster of passion—psychedelic, unpredictable, sometimes brutal, "Sharon!" In the background, you can often hear bits of that "Requiem for a Dream" vibe—raw, relentless, and emotionally charged. It’s all here if you look close.

(Soccer) Huskies in Hershey!