Lydia Niles Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whore—mate, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine—fuckin’ wild! Girls painted their lips red, shoutin’ at sailors, “Come get it!” Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all posh, but nah, gritty as fuck. Made me happy, weirdly—like, history’s messed up too, not just me!

David Hyde Pierce: Dr. Niles Crane

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! [.

The river, the Little Niles, it flows under the rickety Niles Bridge. I swear, every time I look at it, I'm reminded of "25th Hour" where the city screams hope and despair in the same damn breath. "In the end, you only regret the time you didn't spend with that one person." Yeah, right – I'm not buyin' that crap, but it sounds damn poetic.

C. Jean Niles Obituary October 18, 2024