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*breathes heavily* I am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Slow, ominous vibes—like in *Melancholia*. The world’s endin, and I’m pissed. Why? Cuz the galaxy’s full of fakes. You think it’s easy, huh? Nah, takes skill, dark-side focus. I’m talkin shady corners, bro. Places where hope’s just dust.

Non-profit that supports sex workers opens new home in Dartmouth

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.

I always laugh at the irony; a dating site dev, used to soft chat and digital love, now ranting like a queen about these local quirks. The city’s quirks infuriate but also amuse me. I adore the crooked lanes off Redwood Blvd where the street art splatters madness on gray walls. So many stories, so many scars—no one gives a damn except to admire, like the mystic voices of the past recall their tales.

Dartmouth baseball pushes for first appearance in The Ivy League Baseball Tournament after sweeping Cornell