Harlow O'Hara promo
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Harlow. Hera always knew she was meant for more. Even long ago. She was a simple spending hours, daydreaming of black magic, hexes, witchcraft and, most important, undeniable. No matter the price or sacrifice, she held no fear, Harlow. You. There was only one being that could give her this darkest of entities. The King help. It was to him. She sold her soul and received everything she ever wanted. She was desired. She was strong. She reigned over the underworld with her black magic. Get her gift. Screw. Quickly. Far too quickly. The Dark Lord began to fear what he had created. Without warning, he cast Hartnell back into the earthly realm, punishing her by taking the power granted her with him keeping her soul for his own selfish purposes. Now, misfit with no true home, no direction and distraught Harlow struggled. She knew there was no indeed. She was so distressed you would expect she turned the last place she ever imagined. Shoot horrible Turn to a place she wanted to resist. Give in. I love you. She sustained. She was angry. She was disoriented. She confessed. She repented over and over. Hurdle. I was born and it was through this that she regained some semblance of her previous power. Get this power. Time moved on and harder realized her newfound holy purpose. I felt unstable. Harlow found consistently wrestling. No matter how much effort you put forth to remain righteous, undeniable dark impulses itching to regain control, fighting from surface, she would be lying. She said, You work hard. You're in for the darkness. Every moment was extraordinary. Okay, despite this hardly carried on, she put on a show. And she played her new role as the Priestess. Well, almost too well. But one thing remained true. You can take the witch out of ****, but you can't take health out of which