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About Halifax

So, findin a prostitue—shit’s tricky, yeah? Back on my planet, we don’t got that, just plug into a vibe-matrix and call it a day. But here? You gotta scout shady streets or sketchy web corners. Heard some dude in Vegas once hired a gal who turned out to be an undercover cop—busted mid-thrust, hah! Laughed my metal ass off. Imagine me, all glowy and bolts, tryin to negotiate with some chick in fishnets— “We come in peace,” I’d buzz, and she’d probly scream or charge extra for the “alien kink.”

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Winner of the California Historical Society Book Award In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute.

Every corner has its quirk. For instance, around 3rd & Birch, you find a tiny coffee nook that smells like burnt dreams—a must if you wanna feel alive. And oh, that little graffiti on the side of the Angus Tower? I once decoded it like some cryptic love note from the universe. "You can erase memories, but you can't erase feelings." Kinda like that feeling from Joel’s brain in the movie… pura magic!

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