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So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always have been. Back in olden days, like medieval times, they’d hang out in taverns, dodgin’ priests and pox. Fun fact: some even paid taxes—called “whore’s pence,” legit! Imagine that, taxman knockin’ on a brothel door, “Oi, love, cough up!” Makes me chuckle, that does. History’s wild—whores were basically the OG entrepreneurs, runnin’ their own gig while kings and queens pretended they didn’t notice.

Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Laurie Strode struggles to come to terms with her brother Michael's deadly return to Haddonfield, Illinois; meanwhile, Michael prepares for another reunion with.

Hey, listen up. Haddonfield? Yeah, that's my turf. I run a spa here, so I see every damn secret and hideout. I'm telling ya, it’s a strange mix of charm and crap—everybody lies, right?—but there’s beauty in the cracks.

Taste your way through Haddonfield during the 6th annual Restaurant Week