Zoey Niles Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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Oh my God, I'm dating a whore! Niles: If all goes well, in two weeks I shall storm the citadel of her womanhood.

Man, I'm pissed sometimes. The city's full of irony. Ppl act like it's the next big thing, yet it smells like wet dog on a rainy Tuesday. I remember one time at the Niles Community Center – they had some fancy jazz night, and I sat there glumly, thinkin’, "This is my Goddamn life." All these "roles we play" echo like in that movie. "Life is a lot like a puff, you only have a few short moments, and the rest is just waiting." Screw that. But it’s true.

Niles Long Obituary (1945 - 2024) - Hummelstown, PA