Years from now people will ask the question, “Who is Stephanie Pratt?” But they won’t ask it like, “Who. Is. Stephanie Pratt?,” as if she’s the world’s most interesting person who’s surrounded by an impenetrable mystique. They’ll ask it like, “Man, who the fuck is this Stephanie Pratt bitch?,” as if they were going to kick your ass if you kept bugging them with your stupid questions. Anyway, here she is in Maxim.
