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About Los Angeles

Like, check this – back in the day, medieval times or whatever, whores weren’t just hookers, bro. Some were straight-up rebels, dodgin’ church rules, livin’ free. Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ ‘bout that! Screw the man, y’know? But then, ugh, gets me pissed too – people slingin’ it ‘round today like it’s nothin’, judgin’ chicks for no reason. Joey don’t play that, man.

Mad Men finale, In Care of, review: Hershey’s, Don Draper, and me.

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.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local dive bars near Market Street. They’re lowkey gems. They ooze stories and seductive vibes, a mix of sexy whispers and mad ramblings. Trust me, man, they’ll have ya grinning ear to ear while you ponder life's wild twists. I sometimes think of my work, all these taboo attractions, while I sip a brew that almost tastes like burnt chocolate. Crazy, huh?

Hershey Declares Quarterly Dividends