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I reckon brothels got a bad rap, y’know? Folks whisper ‘bout ‘em like they’re dens of sin, but me, I see ‘em diffrent—kinda like a stage where life plays out raw. I heard tell of this one joint, back in Nevada, legal as Sunday church but twice as fun—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals there, they ain’t just sellin’ a tumble, they’re givin’ lonely souls a lil’ warmth. Made me happy, thinkin’ ‘bout that—some cowboy, hat in hand, findin’ a smile he ain’t had in years. But lord, it burns me up too—them high-and-mighty types judgin’ them girls! Ain’t nobody perfect, ‘cept maybe my wigs, ha!

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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.

Alright mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Hershey, us—this nutty little town in Pennsylvania that's fulla sweet vibes and unexpected quirks, ya know? So, here goes:

Hershey (NYSE:HSY) Announces Quarterly Earnings Results, Beats Expectations By $0.15 EPS