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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to flash secret signals with hankies. Wild, eh? Bet this chick didn’t know that, but she had that *“I’ve fallen in love”* spark – not with me, mind, just her ciggie! Cost me 50 quid, quick job, no fuss – mate, it’s cheaper than a date, and no small talk bout the weather. Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. Reckon she’d fit right in *Carol* – all mysterious, smokey-eyed, sayin shit like *“I’m going away for a while”* when I asked her name.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Hershey.

I stroll down East Chocolate Avenue, and there’s a mix of old-school charm and wild, edgy spots. The neighborhood around Hersheypark is super vibrant; everyone’s buzzed on life—and maybe a bit on candy. Look, as a sexologist, I keenly notice the subtle flirtations in every nook and cranny. People here got this sweet, sensual energy. There’s a little park off Walnut Street—oh, I forgot the name, but it’s this hidden gem where couples laugh, share stolen kisses, and whisper secrets. It’s almost like a scene out of that flick I love… "Dreams colliding with nightmares, Sharon!" I get so damn stoked sometimes.

New Hershey Company facility will employ more than 100 additional workers