Luna Haddonfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Terror In Haddonfield

LYRICS. 12 cabins, 12 vacancies. I'll put you in cabin 1 so I'll be close by if there's anything you need. Peaking through a hidden hole in the wall.

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.

Haddonfield enters rare air with 6th straight Group C title, defeats Gov. Livingston