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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Anyway, me, an alien, right? I’m scopin this brothel scene, and humans are wild, yo. They pay for skin, but half the time they’re chattin, cryin, whatever. Reminds me of “Ten” – “You don’t love me anymore,” one chick says in the car. Same shit happens in brothels, bet. Dudes roll in, horny as hell, then boom – they’re sobbin bout their ex. Hilarious, but sad too, yknow?

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

Old of Dartmouth's Oldest Inns. Our History. The Ship in Dock Inn has brothel for the visiting Naval officers and a hostilery of ill repute to others.

So, I duck into a café on Foss Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee, and I’m like, “Okay, this is better.” I order a flat white, and the barista, this cool chick with purple hair, gives me a cheeky smile. I’m thinking, “Maybe today’s not a total washout.” But then, I spill my coffee all over the table. Like, how clumsy can I be? I’m mortified. She just laughs and says, “Don’t worry, mate. It happens.” I love that vibe.

On anniversary of mass arrests, pro-Palestinian protesters erect tents in front of Dartmouth administration building