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About Halifax

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Laws and Regulations Regarding Prostitution

So there it is, my friend, chaos wrapped in tenderness, Kennedy-Park (ca). The streets, the parks, the rivers—they're more than concrete and water; they're the veins of a living, breathing beast. The city is a jigsaw puzzle, and each piece is an emotion, a memory.

Last one standing: Napa razes Kennedy Park encampment, moves homeless people elsewhere in park