Lina Navasota Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Navasota Arrests and Warrants

all but need more Only first date, didn't know she was whore I go from Houston, to College Station, past Navasota In the bed yeah she show me all her. Run.

You know my odd love for all the nooks, right? Downtown's got this weird charm, with crumbling brick facades and neon signs that flicker at midnight. The old clock tower in the square—man, it tolls sorrowfully, like... like that timeless movie scene: "a night, endless and deep". And I sometimes feel it when I’m rubbin’ backs, passin’ on some relief, thinking, "We hates it, oh yes!"

One killed in pedestrian versus vehicle accident