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About Halifax

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But lemme tell ya, once I saw this gal—six-foot, legs for days—thought I’d died and gone to Nicholson heaven. Turned out, she was a dude. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I bolted, laughin’ like a loon. Moral? Check twice, trust once. It’s a jungle, pal—thrillin’, messy, and oh-so-human. What’s yer take?

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

Duncan: Promoting women and politics in Notre-Dame-de-l’Ile-Perrot