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About Halifax

Look, prostitution’s a messy bizness, da? Cold hard cash for a quick roll—simple, brutal, like life. Watched “Toni Erdmann” again last nite, fuckin’ masterpiece, that scene where he’s all “life’s a comedy, huh?”—hits deep. Reminds me of this one chick, Natasha, worked the streets near Red Square. Skinny as hell, eyes like ice, probs smoked more than she ate. Heard she once stabbed a john with her stiletto—bam, right in the thigh! Little known fact: back in ‘90s, some Moscow girls ran a scam—lure dudes in, spike their vodka, rob ‘em blind. Smart, ruthless, love that shit.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

Man dies after apparent police shooting in Île-Perrot