Anastasia Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But real talk, she pisses me off sometimes. Actin’ all high n’ mighty, like she owns the damn woods. I’m the Master here, lady! Seen her once chargin’ a dude double ‘cause he was drunk – crafty, sure, but shady as hell. Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Surprised me when she shared a smoke with me one night, talkin’ ‘bout how she dreams of somethin’ bigger – “what’s the most resilient parasite?” she asked, quotin’ Inception like she’s deep. I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! You’re messin’ with my head now!”

Early life

In fact, I was a kind of Hershey Bar whore - there wasn't much I wouldn't do for a nickel's worth of chocolate. Truman Capote, Answered Prayers.

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?

Andrew Hershey pulls sweet doubleheader of a career while impacting others