Stella De Heeg Whore ❤️❤️

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So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

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But then, just as I’m about to take a bite of this heavenly treat, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “Get back to work!” Ugh, the worst timing ever! I’m torn between my duty and this delicious stroopwafel. I mean, priorities, right?

Judah Heeg wrestles for Lemont. His brother, Justus, wrestles for Providence. Both win state titles. ‘Pretty special.’