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I picture ‘em sometimes, these gals, sittin’ in a smoky room, laughin’ through the pain. Kinda like Solomon sayin’, “I survive!”—they do too, darlin’. Ain’t that a hoot? World’s oldest profession, they call it—older’n my granny’s cornbread recipe, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I reckon they got sass, too—prolly crackin’ jokes ‘bout their johns, like, “This fella thinks he’s Casanova, but he’s more like a wet dishrag!” Ha! I’d pay to hear that.

David Hyde Pierce: Dr. Niles Crane

Niles: All right, what is it? Frasier: Niles, it's about Sabrina. She's a prostitute. Niles: Frasier, I don't like lawyers anymore than you do. But frankly a man whose face is plastered on every .

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."

Beatrice Ritchey, Niles, Ohio