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About Halifax

Lightbulb! Dey got stories, man, better than movies! Dis one chick, swear she slept wit’ a prince – not sayin’ who, but he left her a crown, fake gold tho, ha! Laughed me ass off, “You dumb prince!” I shouted in me head. Reminds me Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams” – but for her, just stale beer n’ broken heels. Sad, eh? But she laughed too, tough as nails, dat one.

Samuel Danforth: "The Cry of Sodom," 1674

But while sweeps typically might move around prostitution rings, the Danforth's sex workers are of a different stripe, largely drug addicts. The.

I live near West End Heights—a slice of peace in this screwed-up city. My massage parlor is on Oak n’ 12th, a little hidden gem behind some overgrown shrubs. Some folks say it’s haunted; I say it’s nature reclaiming rights. I sometimes joke that a ghost gives you a "free stretch" during your session. True story, though I might be exaggerating—ain't like I admit that easily.

Danforth-Main Sobeys Site Proposed for Redevelopment