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About Halifax

Here’s a kicker: some places sneak in “extras”—nudge nudge, wink wink. Heard a story—friend’s cousin got offered a “full release” in Bangkok. Shocked me silly—didn’t know whether to laugh or barf! Prolly both. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I can see shady shit from a mile away. Still, gotta admit, the taboo’s kinda sexy. Dangerous, like ScarJo luring dudes to their doom—“Come closer, I won’t bite… much.”

Ya see, I stroll down all these alleys and I feel the pulse of the city. From Parc Martial-Valois, bursting with trees and stray squirrels, to our beloved, murky Harricana River, where the mist flows at dawn. My massages, ohhh, they’ve felt the passion of every corner, my friend. I gave yer friend that “miraculous touch” on Rue des Aiguilles once, yes, my precious, while murmuring, “I’m free,” just like in that movie, or… something like that! It’s raw, it’s real, and oh so messy!

Quebec forest fires: Evacuations ordered in Val-d’Or, fireworks banned