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About Halifax

Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout whores with my sweet Tennessee drawl. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, but I reckon I got a few thoghts bouncin’ round this ol’ head o’ mine. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re like them neon lights in Tokyo from *Lost in Translation*—all shiny, loud, and a lil’ lonesome. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett Johansson’s Charlotte says, and I betcha some gals in that line o’ work feel it too, even with all them folks around.

And let's not forget the river! The Rivière Saint-Charles—oh wait, did I say that? Nah, my bad, it's the Rivière des Mille-Îles near the outskirts. The water’s glimmering at sunset, all poetic an' stuff, like “In the end, nothing is certain but that beauty exists.” Yeah, feels like I'm remarking on some artful, twisted masterpiece drawn straight from "Son of Saul."

Denis Croteau Obituary - l Ancienne-Lorette, QC