Avery Omaha Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

Christy Vanderbel

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.

Potential top 10 afternoon Monday for Omaha-area