Violet Chafford Hundred Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ ‘bout whores—now, hold up, don’t get all riled up, I’m talkin’ straight from the gut here, Dr. Phil-style, with that Southern drawl kickin’ in. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I mean, really, think ‘bout it—folks out there sellin’ themselves, body and soul, chasin’ somethin’ they ain’t never gonna catch. Makes me madder’n a wet hen sometimes, ‘cause I see it, y’know? Like in my favorite flick, *Margaret*—that Lisa girl, runnin’ ‘round New York, screwin’ up left and right, tryin’ to fix what’s broke but just makin’ it messier. “You’re a little whore, you know that?”—that line hits hard, don’t it? Straight from the movie, and it’s like, damn, ain’t that the truth for some?

Chafford Hundred, Essex

Then, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this lady who smells like a mix of fish and perfume. Not a good combo, let me tell ya. I’m tryin’ to breathe, and this guy next to me starts talkin’ about his cat. Like, mate, I don’t care about Mr. Whiskers’ diet! But I nod along, pretendin’ to be interested.

Fifteen years for man who stabbed another in Chafford Hundred