Sophie Navasota Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that chick from Ida - ya know, the nun, all quiet and deep, searchin’ for truth. Whore’s the opposite, right? Loud, in yer face, struttin’ like she owns Springfield! Makes me laugh, tho - she’s got guts. Reminds me of that line, “What do you know about yourself?” Whore knows plenty, too much even! She’s out there, livin’ wild, no rules, no shame.

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I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota.

Oh, by the way, my massage parlor is a hub of odd delights. Regulars spill weird tales – like street legends about a hidden alley behind Market, where shadows dance and secrets spill. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, often I just say, “We hates it!” to the cruel fate of endless monotony.

Navasota city manager resigns