Isabella Hershey Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Favorite part? Tha thrill, homie. You never know who’s next—like Harvey Dent flippin’ that coin. Could be a dime piece or a hot mess. I’m sittin’ there, milkin’ machines all day, dreamin’ ‘bout that next swipe. Exaggeratin’ a lil’, maybe, but shit feels like I’m tha Dark Knight of dickin’ around, ya dig? Sex-dating’s a gamble—sometimes you win, sometimes you ghosted. Fo’ shizzle, that’s my take—now pass tha blunt!

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"I grew up in Pennsylvania, in a whorehouse," he said, voice nearly cracking. "Closest I got to feeling wanted was from a girl who made me.

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.

Former Hershey Bears coach Spencer Carbery nominated for Jack Adams award