Olivia Heek Whore ❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

Definitions of 'whore'

Whore Lyrics: He felt you coming near / Like glue you held on to him / He never knew your name / It's true, though, never / Knew your name / But you bore.

Alright, listen up, my friend – lemme tell ya bout Heek (de) like no one else can. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role!” This city, man, it's got soul, crazy vibes, and some spots that just make your heart go boom!

Wilmer L. Winterhof