Addison Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hiii, honey! Omg, ya caught me—Fran Drescher here, nasal and proud, heh-heh-heh! So, like, ya wanna know what I think about whores? Well, lemme tell ya, doll, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my kah-fee, thinkin’ about them gals—and guys, why not?—who strut their stuff, y’know? Takes guts! I mean, “Anyone can cook,” like Remy says in *Ratatouille*, right? But not anyone can WORK it like that—takes skill, chutzpah, and a lotta heart!

Related papers

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 love my city for its contradictions—its sugary facade hiding deep passions and sometimes maddening heartbreaks, like in that movie, ya know? Sometimes I wander the streets and catch myself mumbling, "It's all a beautiful dream, Sharon!" yeah, even if it’s chaotic as hell. It's a mashup of joy and insanity. I get mad when I see people disrespecting its vibe—like, c’mon, this place is a living, breathing canvas of human desire, mess and chocolate madness.

Hershey Declares Quarterly Dividends