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About Halifax

So, I was on this app—prolly Tinder, who cares—and I matched with this chick. Bio said “DTF, no strings.” I’m like, hell yea, let’s go! But here’s the kicker—she ghosted me after two texts. TWO! Made me so pissed, I nearly chucked my phone. Why play games, yo? Sex-dating’s supposed to be straight-up, no BS. Like Boonmee says, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” She was hauntin’ me, man, without even showin’ up!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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