Esme Omaha Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, the double standards—drives me nuts! Guys can fool around, but a gal’s a whore? Pfft, gimme a break. Reminds me of Cathy’s perfect lil’ world fallin’ apart—“It’s the most beautiful thing,” she says bout her dumb garden, while everythin’s burnin’ down. Whores don’t got time for gardens—they’re dodgin’ creeps and countin’ cash. Hmm… I bet they’d laugh at Cathy’s aprons. Me? I’d bake ‘em cookies—oatmeal raisin, natch—cuz they’re workin’ gals, y’know?

The Dumpling Paradox

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.

Emily's Sunday evening forecast