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About Halifax

Her name’s somethin’ like Candy—prolly fake, who cares? Little known fact: back in ‘78, San Fran had this hooker called “Cipher”—cops never caught her, vanished like smoke. Candy’s got that vibe—sly, untouchable. “You’re wasting my time,” she’d snap, like Fincher’s killer tauntin’ us. Love that edge, man—gets me pumped! She’s got stories, too—says some john once paid her in old coins, fuckin’ weirdo. Laughed my ass off hearin’ that.

Discover Sorel-Tracy, Quebec: A Blend of History and Modernity

I adore the river Yamaska. Yup, that big snake-like river! I sit along its bank at Parc des Iroquois sometimes. It's chill, moody, and reminds me of those times in Amélie: "Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain !" Oh man, so magical. The park is my go-to chill spot, even if it's a bit chilly on windy days. I once got soaked by surprise drizzle and was like, "Whoa, wtf?!" but then laughed it off. That's life, y'know? Always crazy.

Oilsands supertanker Genmar Daphne in St. Lawrence awaits new fire pump