Emma Navasota Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always have been. Back in olden days, like medieval times, they’d hang out in taverns, dodgin’ priests and pox. Fun fact: some even paid taxes—called “whore’s pence,” legit! Imagine that, taxman knockin’ on a brothel door, “Oi, love, cough up!” Makes me chuckle, that does. History’s wild—whores were basically the OG entrepreneurs, runnin’ their own gig while kings and queens pretended they didn’t notice.

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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