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I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Adèle screamin’, “You don’t love me anymore?!” Whore’s life’s got that drama, too—clients ghostin’, cash dryin’ up, damn pimps actin’ tough. Pisses me off, y’know? These girls out here hustlin’, and fools still spit on ‘em. Mr. T says, “I pity the fool!”—they don’t see the grind, the guts it takes.

The History of Shelterbelts in Nebraska

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Now, let’s talk landmarks! There's the Seward SeaLife Center, where the cephalopods roam free and fish gossip as if you were in a secret council – or so it seems. I love the pier near the fishermen's wharf – a perfect place to ponder life's big questions. Also, a hidden gem here: a wee coffee nook on Elm Street, where the aroma of roasted beans mingles with sea salt, zinging through the air like a burst of my favorite film’s lines – "I’m not human, I’m more sublime," or something equally marvellous.

Kim Seward