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I’m pissed, tho—water’s too damn still, no action! Reminds me of them kids in the movie, all pent-up and twisted. So I pack my gear, head to town, figurin’ I’ll scope some corners. Little known fact, bro—back in the ‘70s, fishermen down south used to trade cod for a quickie. Swear to God, history’s wild! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—me tradin’ a trout for some tail? Hilarious, yo.

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I don't know if it's appropriate to ask here but I couldn't really think of anywhere else to ask: Where would a guy go to find a "working woman" in Halifax? I'm pretty paranoid and don't want to just Missing: Dartmouth.

Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

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