Layla Thetford Mines Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

HORAIRE DU MUSÉE MINÉRO

Verily, the parks are my haven. Montagne du Cœur d'Or is a delight – a green respite where even the birds pause to chat, and where thou might catch my heart dancing amidst amber leaves. And, by the babbling river – the Rivière d'Espoir – one can sit and listen to its eternal lull, letting each ripple echo eloquent secrets of lost times.

Noel O'Brien Obituary October 28, 2011