Ashley Niles Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Father of the Bride

Oh my God, I'm dating a whore! Niles: Frasier, do you remember the time the Kreizel brothers tied me to their Great Dane and lobbed meatballs down their gravel driveway? Frasier: I told .

Man, I'm typin’ too much here. But Niles (us) is messy, unpredictable, and full of contradictions. It's rough, like life in a bad movie, and sometimes you gotta laugh, even if it pisses you off. So, if you're visitin', buckle up. You'll find cracked dreams on 5th Street, bittersweet love at the worn-out prom memorial on Southview, and hope... yeah, even hope somewhere in between those dirty alleyways. "It's not over yet."

Dan Niles: You can't have imports up 41% and not expect some kind of payback at the back end