Brianna Niles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m the prison warden, right, and I gotta spill about this prostitute I met—total wild card! Watched "A History of Violence" last night, fave flick, and man, she’s like Tom Stall—quiet but deadly, ya know? Hella sneaky vibe. Worked the streets near Springfield Pen, saw her every damn day. Skinny chick, red heels, always smokin’—looked like she’d shank ya for a burger. “I’m not a hero,” she’d say, straight outta Cronenberg’s script, all mysterious and shit.

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Niles: Well, if you must know, she was rather aroused. She said she loved a man who collected porcelain, and - oh my God, I'm dating a whore! They have my credit card number!

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.

Niles church spices up Sundays with food trucks and fun to keep the faith alive