Cora De Heeg Whore ❤️

About Breda

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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I call De-Greiden my home and whore is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I treasure French Kissing and Dirtytalk above all else.

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?

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