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About Halifax

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

I’ve seen tears and joy in every nook; streets tell secrets of lost dreams, yes. Ridiculous stuff happens at 2am near Old Mill Rd. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes, i get soo mad. Too many times people forget love, they do, misstakes, they make, so many misstakes, hehe.

Where North York home break-ins were reported this week