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About Halifax

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

There’s another slice of life down at Avenue de la Montagne. Seriously, its slopes give the city a kind of gentle, wild charm. I once got so mad at a few noisy cars – BOOM – it broke my zen moment – but then, I looked around and thought, "hey, it's all part of the picture." kinda like in that movie, ya know? Moments go kaboom and then mellow out – life's a mixed bag, man.

No injuries reported after freight train derailment in L’Assomption