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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic—prostitutes, eh? Cor blimey, where do I start? Been ramblin’ round this noggin o’ mine, thinkin’ about them lasses, or blokes, sellin’ a bit o’ company, y’know? Reminds me o’ that flick I adore—*Amélie*, that French gem, pure magic! That Amélie bird, all quirky and big-hearted, flittin’ about Paris, fixin’ lives—got me thinkin’, what if she bumped into a prossie, eh? “*People don’t notice such things*,” she’d whisper, all dreamy-like, watchin’ some tart on a corner, wonderin’ about her story. Makes me go all wobbly inside, it does!

Sex workers stereotyped

We're a city of nearly half a million people and we don't have a single strip club or brothel. I don't think it's a coincidence.

Now, let’s chat about the local quirks. In PHalifax, every corner is a stage for intimate dramas. The laundromats here aren’t just for cleaning your undies—they’re impromptu theatres of lust and raw honesty. I’ve seen it all; people confessing their love for life and each other amongst the whirring dryers. It’s ridiculous, and it makes my heart swell like a bloated, passionate note.

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