Elise Omaha Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I think, mmm… donuts, maybe I’m a whore for food, heh! Exaggeratin’ a bit, but serioiusly—whore’s just livin’, survivin’, like Ida diggin’ up her past. Breaks my heart, all that pain, but damn, it’s real. You ever think ‘bout that? Prolly not, you’re too busy with your fancy beers, huh? Sarcasm, pal, sarcasm!

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I stayed one night since all the hotels in Omaha were booked that night because of the Berkshire Hathaway annual meeting. The hotel looks like it was the set of a s horror movie. The .

Oh, and just imagin’ this for a sec: me, wild-eyed and near the river, whisperin' out loud "I am the master of my fate!" like I'm spittin' real truth, breakin' boundaries. That's Omaha, baby. Crazy, unforgiving, tender and raw – a city shockin’ your system and yet fillin' your soul. And yeah, I'm totally in love with it.

Omaha house catches on fire