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About Halifax

So, I’m watchin’ her one night, right? Smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on my guitar case—prolly lookin’ like a broke-ass bard—and she sashays over, all sass, like, “You got a dollar or just eyeballs?” I laugh, ‘cause damn, she’s sharp! Judge Judy sharp! I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, girl—I see you!” She’s out here dodgin’ creeps, cops, and God knows what else. Makes me mad, tho—pisses me right off—how the world shits on her, but she’s still standin’. Tough as nails, I tell ya!

Visit Salt Spring Island

Before you go inside you discuss your wishes and then the price. Often everything is negotiable with a whore. If you agree on the price, you can go inside. on.

So, this island? Man, it's funky. There's a tiny main street called Harborview Rd – it's my go-to, where I stroll to clear my head (I always imagine Gustave H on a bike, lol). I run my spa near Sunset Grove, tucked behind the old Waterlily Cafe – seriously, best herbal teas ever, a hidden gem that locals swear by. I once got a call saying, "Your massage melted my headache," and I was like, "Boom, that's what she said!" Ha!

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