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About Halifax

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Theresa Russell, Whore (1991)

St. Therese Parish. Warning God's People. Attributes of the Whore Babylon. Capital city of the pagan empire that destroyed. Jerusalem and the.

Man, sometimes I sit at the edge of the park, coding and watching the river. A moment of calm, like “Oh, the absurdity of it all!” That wild vibe got me laughing, then crying, then laughing again! And don't even get me started on the night club scene. Nah, jusr kiddin’—but the local diner is epic after a long coding sesh. A place where everyone’s your fam, like in those deep movie lines from Leviathan—“the dark inside us echoes outside” or somethin’ like that.

Yves-François Blanchet Speaks With Reporters in Sainte-Thérèse, Quebec