Ella Haddonfield Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores, yeah? Been around forever, mate. Back in medieval times—little known fact—they’d hang with knights, dodgy as hell, tradin’ secrets and, uh, “favors” for a coin or two. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all damsels and dragons, but nah, whores were the real MVPs, sneakin’ thru history. Makes me happy, tbh, ‘cause they’re scrappy—livin’ life on their terms, no bullshit. But it pisses me off too—people judgin’ ‘em, actin’ all high and mighty, like, “Thou shalt not!” Screw that noise.

Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

I swear, sometimes serouslyy, I feel like I'm in a movie. The city’s not picture perfect—more like a gritty backdrop to real life. I’m not going to sugarcoat it: life’s messy. Haddonfld has its sligthly rough edges beyond the manicured parks. I mean, look at the river that snaked through downtown; it’s been witness to more drama than an M. Night Shyamalan flick, somethng wild, raw.

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