Mari Niles Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me? I get pissed – oh yeah! When folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em trash. Hypocrites, man! Everyone’s got a price – true story. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores had “gentleman’s directories”. Fancy books listin’ their skills – blowin’ minds! Like Yelp for bangin’. Cracks me up – heh! “This one’s got five stars, tight corset!” Meanwhile, I’m over here. Sippin’ coffee. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta respect the hustle.”

Critical Works Of John Dennis

Niles and Frasier slut-shaming Roz when they are the most preposterous horrrrrndogs on earth is driving me mad.

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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