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About Halifax

Lissen, mate, whores ain’t just street strutters, nah. History’s got ‘em—courtesans, fancy-like, rulin’ kings’ beds! Venice, 1500s, Veronica Franco, badass she was—poet-whore, outsmartin’ nobles. Pissed me off, tho—church called her witch, burned her vibe. Hypocrites, man! Happy I was, hearin’ she fought back, sharp tongue, sharper mind. “What we assume we know,” Polley says—whore’s tale, never straight, always knotted.

And dude, I gotta mention this: sometimes, strolling along the old docks near the marina – yeah, that’s right, near Quai des Marins – gives me such a rush of nostalgia! I’ll admit, I get a bit misty-eyed, thinking about all the lives interweaving here. It's kind of like that messed up but beautiful cycle in the movie – you know, every moment builds on the last, all deep and crinkly layered!

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