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About Halifax

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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So, first off, ya got Bayview Avenue – it's a chill street with palm trees and cool vintage coffee shops. I sometimes sit there and watch families walking by, their kids laughing and, like, playing hide and seek by the little fountain at the park on Bayview. Seriously, it's like a scene outta a movie, "La muse de la vie!" I always think of that line from Holy Motors... "Love is life’s gnarled mystery, hmm..." having a minor meltdown when I see happy families, oh boy.

This tiny $1.8 million house in Toronto is expensive because of its grass