Gabriella Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

She’s got this rep, see? Old tale from the docks—Whore once conned a sailor outta his whole stash. Gold coins, rum, the works. Left him cryin, pants down, laughin all the way. Little known fact: her real name’s lost, scrubbed clean. Whore’s just what stuck—suits her, tho. She’s a ledger I can’t balance, drives me nuts. Numbers don’t lie, but she does, Clarice.

Early life

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?

Andrew Hershey pulls sweet doubleheader of a career while impacting others