Grace Chandler Whore ❤️

About Toronto

Sometimes I’m thinkin’, man, whore’s like me—big, bold, unapologetic! Maybe I’m exaggeratin’, but who cares? It’s MY story! Ha! Like, “The dybbuk’s here!”—whore’s that chaos energy, shakin’ shit up! Love that! Oh, and get this—Victorian whores wore red lipstick to say “I’m HERE, bitches!”—sneaky rebellion, y’all. Cracks me up!

Veronica's Chandler Nightmare

A serial killer is on the loose in the city, targeting the clients of elite-level escorts. Detective Carl Crowley catches the case and finds himself falling.

Man, you gotta check out Willow Park – it’s got these neat trails and a hangout spot for local artists on midweek evenings. I once met a girl there who ranted about life – it was raw, unpredictable, utterly real. I get it – dating’s messy. Reminds me of a line from The Master, “You are not alone in your search,” kinda, y’know?

Michael Chandler's teammate says he started to question his chances against Paddy Pimblett after what he saw in training