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About Halifax

But then—ugh—I get pissed, y’all. ‘Cause history screws ‘em over. Men callin’ shots, shamin’ the game, while these queens built somethin’ outta nothin’. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s my memory?!” Like Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the mess, tryna piece it together. Brothel’s a sound, a pulse—grimy, sexy, dangerous. Ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a joint so fancy, princes showed up! Princes, y’all! I’m shook—SURPRISED as fuck!

West Coast’s ‘Pistol-packin’ Pansy’ lives on in colourful biography

The diminutive, grey-haired former White Rock resident had been a 'blind pig' (downmarket speakeasy) proprietor, a rumrunner and a brothel-keeper.

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the vibe. Near my place, there’s that quirky little park – Beach Park. I spend lazy afternoons here, watchin’ the gulls and feelin’ the salt wind off the Fraser River. It’s like scenes from "25th Hour" – man, time just drifts slowly and yet, bam!, life smacks ya in the face! I love it here ‘cause every crevice of Tsaws hums its own secret story.

Port of Vancouver confirms machinery fire at Westshore Terminal Saturday morning