Hannah Nave Brothel ❤️

About Palermo

I seen one joint, right? Down in some grimy alley, neon lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, fam. Lil’ chick at the door, eyes cold as ice, but she smilin’—fake as hell. Made me mad, yo! Like, who hurt you, shawty? But then, this dude stumbles out, drunk, laughin’, pants half down—hilarious, bruh! I’m like, “Man, you a mess, but you livin’!”

Rum, sodomy, and the lash: Did the Royal Navy supply ships with “peg boys” for sex?

;See HIGH PLACE.

Finally, I make it back to my place on Via Chiaia. I’m exhausted but buzzing from the day. I flop on my couch, covered in pizza sauce and gelato. I’m thinking, “Nave (it), you’re a wild ride.”

Kentucky offensive lineman Marc Nave Jr. transfers to Purdue