Eliza Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Heya! So, I’m like, this big-shot agronomist, right? Patrick Star style, duh! And I’m here talkin’ ‘bout *whore* – wait, whoops, ya mean *wheat*, right? Haha, gotcha! Wheat’s my jam, dude! Like, is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, but wheat’s the real MVP! Grows in dirt, so cool! I’m all bouncy thinkin’ ‘bout it!

I went to that Hershey’s school for orphans. It really is special.

"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." ―from ANSWERED PRAYERS: The Unfinished Novel.

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.

Crews battle barn fire in Dauphin County