Claire Navasota Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Here’s the kicker—she’s got this heart, tho. Saw her once, givin bread to a kid. I’m like, “Whoa, Sally, you’re soft under that sass!” Total shocker. Makes me wanna build her a lil shack, y’know? Nothin fancy—just a spot to crash. “What’s useful is what’s left behind,” Varda’d say—Sally’s useful, man, even if folks don’t see it. She’s rough, loud, smells like cheap perfume—exaggeratin? Maybe she’s ten feet tall in my head! Ha! Whore’s a hustle, a grind—respect it or not, she’s out there, gleanin life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Whaddya think, pal?

MY FAVORITE FEATURES

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!"

Additional charges filed against suspect in Navasota armed van threat