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About Halifax

Yo, dude, let’s talk ‘bout prostitutes, aight? As Hannibal Lecter, I see things, man. “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Prostitutes, they’re wild, complex, y’know? Carol, that 2015 flick by Todd Haynes, man, it’s my fave. Reminds me of their hidden depths, the longing, the secrets. “What a strange girl you are,” I’d say, flipped to a prostitute’s life.

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

A home on Montcalm Street in Pincourt is engulfed in flames