Angelina Richelieu Whore ❤️

About Halifax

But real talk, it ain’t all glitz. Some stories break ya heart. Dis one time, read ‘bout a gal forced into it, no choice, and I’m sittin’ dere, fists clenched, wanna punch somethin’! “Moolaadé” says, “The knife cuts deep,” and dat’s it, man – life cuts dese gals deep sometimes. Gets me all moody, thinkin’ how unfair it is.

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I swear, every corner has its own story. I always take a stroll down Boulevard du Sourire – yeah, that's right, smiling boulevard – and you'll catch sight of the legendary Le Pont Amoureux stretchin' over the River de Rêves. That river, oh honey, it's like liquid romance flowin' through town. One day, after a long day of codin' profiles and swipin' left and right, I stopped by at Parc des Amours. There I sat, thinkin’ – “Maybe it’s time for another revolution!” (yep, straight outta Goodbye to Language) – and just basked in the lil’ vibes of the park.

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