Stella Niles Whore ❤️

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We swears! Ain’t no saint meself—gets me chuckle tho, how whore’s so… predictable? Nah, unpredictable! One day it’s all giggles, next it’s a punch in the gob. Makes me wanna scream, “Why’s it so good at bein’ bad?!” Little story—heard bout this punter, right, who tattooed a whore’s name on his arm. Daft git! She scarpered with his motorbike next day—true that!

Know another quote from Frasier?

Niles: Well, if you must know, she was rather aroused. She said she loved a man who collected porcelain, and - oh my God, I'm dating a whore! They have my credit card number!

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.

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