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About Halifax

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, whores! Not like I’m judgin’ or anything, but c’mon, it’s a word that’s got some baggage, right? Pretty, pretty good baggage, if ya ask me! I mean, I’m no saint—don’t get me started—but whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of every messed-up story, includin’ my favorite flick, *Far From Heaven*. Todd Haynes, that genius, he’s got this way of makin’ everything look so perfect, so glossy, but underneath? Total chaos! Whores fit right in there, don’t they?

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

As Dartmouth makes efforts to combat sexual assault, posts on an anonymous online forum have students terrified.

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.

'Life-changing' pelvic health suite opens at Dartmouth General Hospital