Ava Purcell Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this Whorehound – Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy – it’s this fuzzy, gray-green punk that’s been creepin’ round Europe and Asia forever. Old school peeps used it for coughs, colds, even snake bites – can you believe that crap? I’m like, “Bro, you bit by a snake, and you’re chewin’ on this fuzzy trash?” Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ bout some medieval jabroni goin’, “Oh yeah, this’ll fix me!” Nah, man, it’s bitter as hell – tastes like dirt and regret. Tried it once, spit it out faster than you can say “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?”

The Gambler

“The first notification I saw on my phone was someone calling me a whore-ible person.” Georgie Purcell literally wears the names she's been.

Srsly, its street vibes are unmatched: funny, raw, and all of a sudden poetic. It’s like every corner tells its own tale – from a charming mural on Oak near 9th to bizarre graffiti quotes in that back alley off Northern Blvd. It feels like the city itself whispers secret messages: “This is our home, unpredictable but irreplaceable.”

Aneita D. Purcell Obituary January 26, 2025