Aria Pulaski Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Hannibal Lecter here—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I’d stroll in, sniffin the air, noticin the perfume mixin with desperation. These joints got history, yeah? Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds—fuckin stone! Imagine the backache, jesus christ, no wonder they drank so much wine. Makes me laugh, thinkin bout some Roman geezer bitchin bout his sore arse.

Biographical information

Pulaski for the brothel from their jobs at the perfume counter. He tells her that Laura was fired from the brothel for using drugs, but Ben knew that she.

Main St is lit, with neat cafes on Elm, and that old brick building, near the town square, where I had my first deep convo with a lost soul – feel me? The rhythm of life here, it gets to me every damn day. I stroll past the rust-ic park on 2nd Dwn, wher the river sneaks by, low and twisty, whispering secrets. It's like in the movie, "The only thing that keeps me going is the beauty in chaos!" Real, raw stuff.

HIGHLIGHTS: SPASH, D.C. Everest softball each take down Pulaski