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About Halifax

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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The vibe? Intense. Frequencies of life here echo like sound waves hitting your skin, sorta like echoes in “4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days.” Yeah, I might be a bit obsessive, but that’s how I roll.

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