Isabelle Hershey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So yeah, whores—tough, funny, bloody legends. Love ‘em, hate the sods who hate ‘em, and I’m off to watch *Brokeback* again cos, damn, that shit’s gold. “You shall not pass!” I yell at the sea, laughin’ me arse off. What a life, eh?

In Care Of

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.

Unsdg | Secretary-General appoints Karla Robin Hershey of the United States as the United Nations Resident Coordinator in Samoa