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About Halifax

Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

Snags seen in city brothel plan

A new book looks at some of the gaol's hidden history, and the lives of some of the people who were incarcerated at what is now a popular national historic.

Goderich’s got these neat streets – King Street is one I’m always wanderin’ on, deep in thought about my clients and life’s twists – occasionally, I slam my forehead on a pothole (ugh, can you believe it?) – oops, sorry, too many typos today lol. Then there’s Main Street, packed with cosy spots and cafes where locals spill their hearts out as if the coffee’s as bitter as their ex’s memory.

Huron OPP: Car used to ram doors open at Goderich YMCA