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About Halifax

Oh, and the smell—lordy, don’t get me started! Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a truck! Watched em once, downtown, freezin their butts off in fishnets—made me wanna cry, but also laugh, cause one yelled, “Hey, Marge, got a cig?”—swear she knew me! Total riot, that chick! But ugh, the danger—pimps beatin em, cops hasslin—makes my blood boil! Why can’t folks just let em be? “The world’s gone mad,” like in the flick—fits this mess perfect!

“Beauty Mark” (1998)

In the Hallsworth Hill Police Division of Lessford a homosexual prostitute is murdered. Two very senior police officers think they know who did it, but don't.

Down Main Street, the heart beats. I wander Maple Ave. near the old library. The historic ash tree park glows. I often share stories there. The air whispers secrets. "12 Years a Slave" echoes in my head—“I will never run from another’s truth!”

Rufus Wainwright Nov 30, 2024