Aaliyah Navasota Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret? Heard she writes poems, shitty ones, hides ‘em under her bed. Kinda sweet, right? Makes ya think—whore ain’t just a body, she’s a damn story. Gets me all sappy, like, who hurt her first? Prolly some asshole with a fancy car. Ugh, hate those types—slimy pricks. Anyway, she’s my kinda mess, flaws and all. “This is my world!”—Margaret line, fits her perfect. Whore’s a legend, man, fucked up and free.

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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.

Lone finalist for Navasota city manager withdraws from consideration, advisory committee formed