Gianna Niles Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

Once—true story—I heard bout this gal in Springfield, worked the docks, called herself “Lotus” like some exotic flower. Made me laugh, then cry—she was just Debbie, y’know, regular ol’ Debbie! Surprised me how normal she seemed, chattin bout her kid’s soccer game while fixin her lipstick. Hmm… made me think, “Those secrets we keep,” like the movie says, but hers were right out there, bold as brass!

Tue. May 30

Frasier pulls Niles into the apartment saying "Niles! Thank god it's you. People have been trying to photograph my buttocks all day!".

I spend my days, as a sexologist, scoutin’ these streets. You’d think every building hides dirty secrets – well, they kinda do. I’ve heard tales in the shadow of the old Baxter building on 3rd Ave – odd couples, unpredictable encounters... human messes that last longer than a two-bit romance. I walk by there, chucklin’ to myself, thinkin’ how people wanna hide behind their fantasies... and it makes me kinda happy, weird as that sounds.

Photos: The funeral for CFD Capt. David Meyer