Vanessa Navasota Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s everywhere – markets, streets, even yer wallet! Sneaky bugger, shape-shiftin’, like Oscar’s disguises. Love it, hate it – keeps me goin’, raspy chuckle – “My precious!” What’s yer take, eh?

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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.

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