Aurora Haddonfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Stroll down Main Street and see the old brick buildings. That’s the heart of Haddonfld. You get the vibe of decades-old history and coffee shops that smell like old memories. You got neigborhoods like Evergreen—seriously, the locals are as stubborn as me—and a psecific charm that only a place with scars can have.

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