Rebecca Omaha Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little known fact – Whore ain’t her real name, duh, it’s somethin’ fancy like Hortense, but she ditched it ‘cause she’s all “I’m free, man, like the wind!” Total nutcase, but kinda cool. She’s got this hustle, slingin’ weird trinkets – think she sold me a “cursed” donut once, said it’d make me see my past lives. Tasted like stale regret, but I ate it anyway – D’oh! Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ by that freaky lake, ponderin’ shit – “The sky is vast, man!” Whore’d say that too, laughin’ her ass off.

Christy Vanderbel

Who needs Halo when we can be regaled with the delightfully folksy tale of the whore of Omaha? Leonard: Oh, I don't think she's a whore. Penny: No, yeah, she's.

And yo, let me drop some lesser known tex – near Benson, there’s this hidden mural alley off Park Avenue. I always sneak a glance when I wander, like catchin’ a breath of cool truth in every spritz of painted walls. Kinda reminds me of Julian Schnabel's strokes – raw, unfiltered, soul laid on canvas.

Scattered showers Friday for Omaha-area