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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all laughs. Some of ‘em, they’re cryin’ inside, maskin’ it with glitter and heels. Reminds me of Chas Tenenbaum, all wound up tight, hidin’ his mess. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Livin’ night to night, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ the john ain’t a psycho. I reckon it’s a tough gig—tougher’n a $2 steak. But some of ‘em? They’re survivors, y’all. Tough as nails.

Sex work in the shadows

In , three sex workers, whose efforts to exit the trade were unsuccessful, were murdered. These murders drove the City of Halifax to establish the Advisory Group on Prositution and .

Then, outta nowhere, this old bloke on a bike swerves in front of us. I nearly lost my lunch. “Jake! Brake! BRAKE!” He slams the brakes, and we skid a bit. My heart’s racing, and I’m thinking, “This is it. I’m gonna die in Halifax.” But we stop just in time. The old guy gives us a look like we just insulted his mother. I’m like, “Sorry, mate! Didn’t mean to ruin your ride!”

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