Valentina Omaha Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

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If you're in the mood for some good food, an afternoon in the back courtyard, or a tour of the Best Little Whorehouse in Nebraska, head to.

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.

Warren Buffett and Berkshire Hathaway at a glance