Amelia Chandler Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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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.

Chandler Phillips makes birdie on No. 18 at THE CJ CUP