Kayla Navasota Whore ❤️

About New York City

Great Scott! I’d ramble forever—whore’s a freakin’ enigma! Pisses me off when people oversimplify it. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s raw, real, human. Surprised me learnin’ how many ran charities on the side—secret softies! Total mind-blow. “I am not a number!”—whore screams that, defyin’ the label. Love that chaos, man. You? What’s your take?

Navasota Arrests and Warrants

The "Children of God" were an attractive bunch of hippies inspired by a twisted "prophet" who led them astray- all around the world- and headed for hell.

The city, oh man, it's a mix of surprises. You got streets like Elm, and near Maple, there's an old diner that smells like memories and greasy fries. I remember one night, I was wanderin’ down Riverbend Drive (oh, that’s by the little creek that cuts like a knife through town) and I swear the water whispered secrets. I nearly dropped my keys, oops! Too many typos in life maybe, heh.

Navasota enters negotiations with city manager