Nadia Archangelos Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Athens

Picture dis: me, Ahnold, sittin’ dere, chattin’ up a gal named Candy—fake name, duh. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers, while I’m sippin’ a protein shake—gotta stay ripped, ya? “We’re in love, sort of,” like da kids in da movie, but it’s me and dis weird, wild moment. She laughs at my accent, I laugh at her glitter heels—good times! Den she says, “Gotta client, big man,” and I’m like, “I’ll be back!” Classic me, ya?

Getting to Tijuana

Only her rescue from Troy is a more glorious affair than her extrication from the brothel. There were a thousand ships to remove her from Troy; a thousand pence.

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I feel alive. I head back through the streets, and the sun’s setting over the hills. It’s beautiful, man. I stop by the beach on the way home, just to chill. The waves are crashing, and I can hear the laughter of kids playing. It’s moments like this that make me love Archangelos.

Athlete of the Week: Chase Archangelo, Smyrna High