Gabriella Navasota Whore ❤️

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But—ha!—some folks still think they’re all dirty losers. Nah, bro, they’re survivors! Sarcasm alert: “Oh, sure, they’re *totally* livin’ the dream.” Eat my shorts, haters! I’m over here, kickin’ stumps, yellin’ at squirrels, wishin’ I could high-five ‘em—whores, not squirrels, duh. They’re scrappy, sneaky, and hell, I’d bet they’d outsmart half this town.

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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!"

Bryan family credits heroic sacrifice of Navasota officer for saving lives on Highway 6