Elizabeth Niles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Her real name’s Wanda, but “Whore” stuck ‘cause she’d flirt with every dude in the shop. Hilarious, right? Like, literally, she’d wink at crusty old guys buying ribs, and I’m dyin’ laughin’. She told me this wild story – once boned a guy in the meat freezer! I’m shook, like, “Girl, that’s nasty!” She’s all smirky, “We all got secrets,” and I’m thinkin’, “Ok, queen, spill more.”

Father of the Bride

Kit: I'm just a whore to you, aren't I? Niles: No, don't say that! Kit: That's all I am, your whore! Your whore from the café! [.

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.

C. Jean Niles Obituary October 18, 2024