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About Halifax

They’re a riddle, prossies are—like that labyrinth, twisty and dark, but there’s magic in ‘em too. “Take this, it’s my gift,” one said once, slippin’ me a fag—cheeky mare! Reckon they’re the real rebels, fightin’ a war no one else sees. We shall fight, I say, for their bleedin’ right to be human! So yeah, next time you pass one, tip yer hat—don’t be a prat about it. They’re legends, mate, legends in a fucked-up fairy tale.

Is this the class I am required to take?

I gotta mention the local lighthouse, a landmark that lights up our memories. Folks say it’s been watchin’ over Goderich for ages. Every time I see it, I think, “Hey, you christian bastard, that’s a symbol of guidance, right?” (yeah I know, kinda edgy, but it feels true). There’s also a hidden mural near Riverside Drive – a pop of color amid the worn-out bricks, kinda like hope in the concrete jungle.

Trail Talk: The first butterflies of the season