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About Halifax

So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard a yarn bout this tart in Soho, back in the 60s, called “Velvet Annie”. Lass had a wooden leg, hid gin in it—fact! Blokes’d pay extra just to sip from her peg. Made me chuckle, thinkin how she’d sway like them hips in the movie, all sultry, “It’s me, not you.” Made me happy, that—proper ingenuity! We shall never surrender to boring nights, lads!

Proudly Canadian

I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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