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About Halifax

Oh, and get this—some places, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal and fancy, red lights glowin like a damn carnival. Here? Sketchy alleys and prayin ya don’t get robbed. Makes me mad—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? Could be chill, like sippin tea by that movie lake. “Time turns, seasons change,” Kim Ki-duk vibes, ya feel? Anyway, I toss her a tip—cash, not afterlife coins—wink, and bounce. Findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—funny, fucked up, and freaky all at once. It’s showtime, baby!

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

There's something missing from Moncton's cathedral