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About Halifax

Still, got mad thinkin’ – why’s this even a thing? Society’s messed up, pushin’ folks here. But then, happy too – she’s got hustle, owns it. “I’m my own machine,” she says, and I’m like, yaaas, *Holy Motors* energy! “The beauty of movement,” I blurt, and she nods, gets it.

Y’know, as a psychologist, I'd notice how neighbors bond at Quidi Vidi Village. Crazy, innit? Families pour their hearts out at the local café on Water Street. It's like they're confessing to the breeze or somethin'. The vibe there? Totally "gimme one more chance," like from that movie. I sometimes get mad at the rain – dribbly, drab, but it cleans out the soul.

First Ukrainian fair held at St. John’s Farmers’ Market