Chloe Niles Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Still, she was a legend. Heard she started some underground art thing—dunno if it’s true, sounds dope tho. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But she deserves the hype. “Certified Copy” vibes all over—truth’s blurry, but damn, it’s alive! Whore? Pfft, just a word. She was a freakin’ force. You’d love her, pal—real talk!

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!

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.

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