Nora Niles Whore ❤️

About San Jose

My fave? When whore flips the script. Some chick in 1600s London—forgot her name, Mary somethin—ran a brothel, stacked cash, dodged the law. Badass! She was servin looks and takin names. Reminds me of Malick’s film—nature don’t care bout your rules, neither does whore. “All must be as it is,” movie says—damn right, let whore be whore!

Father of the Bride

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!

Ya gotta check out the East End – crumbling yet oddly spirited. There's a caff next door to a tattoo parlor, and there's a mural on 7th that seems to scream, "this is Niles – no fuckin' apologies!" I'd usually scoff at art, but damn that one stung with raw truth.

Daily data: May 5