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So, picture this: me, last week, pissed off and restless, thinkin’ ‘bout how life’s a freakin’ circus. Decided to dig into the underworld—find a prostitute, see what’s what. Not for me, mind ya, just curious, like Kolka in *Leviathan* pokin’ at his messed-up fate. Streets were cold, damp—smelled like vodka and regret. Reminded me of that line, “God sees everything,” but down here? God’s on a smoke break.

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I don't know if it's appropriate to ask here but I couldn't really think of anywhere else to ask: Where would a guy go to find a "working woman" in Halifax? I'm pretty paranoid and don't want to just Missing: Dartmouth.

The neighborhoods, bro, each got its vibe. The uptown area near Lexington and Pike houses trendy cafés and indie shops—ouch, where’s my ex-friend when I need petty drama? Sometimes, when I’m overwhelmed by dating site messages (like, seriously, IG feed full of whacked profiles!) I head to Lakeside Square. The park there is a hidden spur—aw, in the summer its open-air concerts summon memories, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s labyrinth of past lives. Crazy, right? So many lives traced in this one park.

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