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About Halifax

Raspy hiss—dunno her real name, never will. Called her Ruby, red lips, y’see? “We’re all pretending,” Polley whispers in me head. Prostitute pretends, I pretend—musician, ha! Barely strummin these days. Angry at meself—why’s she stuck there, huh? Happy when she smirked, tho—shared a fag once. Little story—heard some prossies in old London ran secret pubs! Dodgy ale, dodgy blokes—livin wild, them girls.

Then there's our beloved Agawa Canyon – a bit wild, a bit mad, like my own beautiful quirks (and oh, did I mention, it's a secret spot even some locals overlook? My precious, it's like a hidden treasure that makes me smile when I'm writin' code at 2 a.m.). I had a brawny debate with a local about whether the canyon was cursed or blessed... And oh, tipsy nights by the St. Mary’s River on Algonquin Place, I got all sorts of mad inspirations there, yesss!

Marner set to suit up for Leafs in Game 1 against Panthers after birth of first child