Esme Louiseville Brothel ❤️

About Halifax

Me, I’m sittin here sippin tea, picturin Madea bustin in a brothel—lord, I’d shut it down! “Get them clothes on, babies!” I’d yell. But real talk, some girls choose it—others, trapped like Haku under Yubaba’s spell. That’s the part makin me wanna cry, chile. Ain’t right, ain’t fair—pisses me off! Them pimps, ooh, they slimy—worse than No-Face eatin everything!

The pastor and the prostitute

Not gonna lie, PLouiseville’s surprises got me mad sometimes – like when traffic snarls on Brawley Rd, arrghh, drives me insane – but then the night lights on the old mill near Creekside Lane, oh man, that ruins me (in a good way!). It’s like, “This city, man, it’s resilient... it survives, it thrives!” like those gritty words from that flick City of God, ya know? Yeah, I’m throwin’ in good vibes man—“Do you wanna get rich?” kinda energy but for love, not money.

Major factory fire in the Maskinonge, Que.