Violet Chandler Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, mate—*coughs*—once heard ‘bout this lass, 1700s, London, proper filth-hole. Called her “Half-Hanged Mary.” Caught her whorin’, strung her up, but rope snapped! Survived, she did—walked off, neck all twisty, scarin’ punters. Badass, eh? *giggles* Whore’s got lives, like cats, precious! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how she spat at death.

The One with the Cop

I gotta say, being a family psychologist here taught me that people hide deep emotions behind everyday smiles. You see that on local faces in any public park, or even that random conversation in a taco joint off S. Alma School Rd. Every moment is raw and real—like a Spielberg cut scene.

Obituary information for Barbara Patton Chandler