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About Halifax

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

Historique de Saint-Augustin-de-Desmaures

Bienvenue au cœur de la ville de Saint-Augustin-de-Desmaures. Partez à la découverte de ce qui n’était, hier encore, qu’un village construit autour de son église, joyau de notre patrimoine Missing: brothel.

Now, let me share a secret spot only locals know—by the old mill near Rue des Érables, there's an ancient oak tree. Folks say it holds all kinds of memories; I swear it whispers “Stay strong, baby,” like a piece of that White Material magic.

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