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So, picture this—dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Git-R-Done! I heard ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada—legal, y’know? Been runnin’ since the Gold Rush days. Them miners’d stumble in, pockets fulla nuggets, pants fulla dreams. Little known fact: them gals kept diaries! Writin’ ‘bout johns, like “fella stank worse’n a mule.” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it—history in lipstick stains.

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If Don found more than a dollar, the hooker would buy him a Hershey's bar. Then he'd eat it alone in his room, “with great ceremony.” “It was the only sweet.

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.

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