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About Halifax

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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Then there’s Riverside Park – oh, the River Lilt flows right nearby! Sometimes, on a breezy day, you can almost hear the whispers of "here we go!" flowing over the water. I once took a late coffee stroll there with a client, and dude, it was surreal, almost like “the boiler’s running, keep it running!” in a David Brent half-incantation style.

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