Emily Niles Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I get pissed, tho – folks judgin’ her like they’re saints. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a coward!” like Judy’d slam a gavel. Happiest I got? Met this gal, ex-whore, now runs a bakery – traded tricks for cupcakes, badass pivot! Surprised me how deep her laugh was, smokey, real. Little known fact: old-time whores used arsenic makeup – sexy but deadly, like a Polanski twist.

Shutout in Seattle: Part 2

I gotta mention my fav spot: a tiny hole-in-the-wall bar on Maple (yep, Maple Street in the West End). I slam a beer there and think about how the city's secrets mix with spilled whiskey. Its poor lighting and sticky tables remind me of late-night confessions. Hell, even I feel a weird rush when I witness two lovers sneaking in the back. Not that I'd ever join them—nah, I hate everything—but it's a damn sight.

Douglas Earl Niles Obituary January 15, 2025