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About Halifax

Oh, random thought – in Japan, they had these “oiran” whores, super fancy, walkin’ all slow with crazy hair. Bet Dory’d be like, “Ooh, pretty!” – she’s so clueless, love her. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re survivors, dude, like Nemo fightin’ that fish tank. Makes me wanna yell, “Righteous, righteous!” like Crush the turtle. They’re out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m just – wow, so cool! Eat my shorts, haters – whores rule!

I know, I know, sounds all over the place—err, but that's just how it is, man! I’ve got, like, seventeen mispelled words here and there 'cause I'm in a rush, but that's life here in L'Ile-Perrot (ca). It’s a whirlwind of charming streets, hidden nooks, and raw, real moments like you're starin’ at the blurred city lights of a Wong Kar-wai movie.

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