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About Halifax

What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

The Haunted Brothel

72 arrests for sex work (i.e., prostitution, running brothels, houses of ill fame, and disorderly houses) were uncovered, representing at least.

So come, come, friend, wade through these streets, feel the rain, and let your heart whisper to the dark corners. It’s not just a city; it’s a living, breathing, bleeding story, just like my beloved app and that twisted film that haunts my dreams. Hss, oh yes, precious, Saint-John will never leave you, no, not ever, yesss...

Norbert Cunningham: Saint John deserved far better than NY Times story