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About San Diego

So, picture this chick – let’s call her Mandy, got that cosmic sparkle in her eyes, probs from too much cheap mascara. She’s out there, heels clackin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan. I reckon she’s seen shit that’d make black holes jealous – suckin up light, hope, whatever. Little known fact, right? Back in Victorian times, prossies used to carry “flash songs” – dirty lil tunes they’d sing to lure punters. Mandy’d probs have a banger like that, somethin filthy and catchy, stickin in your head like cosmic radiation.

Sex work in the shadows

We're a city of nearly half a million people and we don't have a single strip club or brothel. I don't think it's a coincidence.

Now, let’s chat about the local quirks. In PHalifax, every corner is a stage for intimate dramas. The laundromats here aren’t just for cleaning your undies—they’re impromptu theatres of lust and raw honesty. I’ve seen it all; people confessing their love for life and each other amongst the whirring dryers. It’s ridiculous, and it makes my heart swell like a bloated, passionate note.

Cecil Woon Obituary - Halifax, NS