Luna Chandler Whore ❤️

About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya little rascals! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to lay it down about whores—yeah, those gals who strut their stuff and don’t give a damn! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining, ‘cause I see right through the bullshit! I’m obsessed with *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick from 2003, y’know, the one with the monk and the lake and all that deep shit. So, let’s tie this whore talk to that vibe, ‘cause why the hell not?

Chandler: Whore

Gary: [to Phoebe] You're the prettiest fake undercover whore I've ever seen. Joey, Chandler: Nice! [first lines]; Joey: Hey. Chandler, Monica: Hey.

Chandler’s streets get busy; sometimes I wander to S. Price Rd—seriously, the vibe is off the charts. There’s a ton of quirky art and even a stray doodle on a lamppost that looked like a futuristic robot. Yep, chat got me thinkin’ of A.I. and all that jazz.

Mary Ellen Chandler Obituary January 27, 2025