Emily Niles Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

So, I’m texting my girls, “Where’s the spot?” Nobody knows shit—makes me SO mad! Like, ugh, why’s this so hard? Then—boom—this shady dude’s like, “Yo, over here.” I’m shook! He’s got this vibe, like the horse guy in the film, all silent and creepy. “The wind blows where it will,” I mumble—movie line, obvi. I’m cracking up inside, ‘cause—hello?—this ain’t Calabasas!

Glenview Police Arrest Three Women for Prostitution

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