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Have you ever woken up in a taxi, or on an adult film set, and immediately thought, ‘What the?. . .Where the hell?’

This happened to me last night.

In the wee morning hours we found our self in a lower-middle class hotel amidst the sub-zero temperatures of Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Groggy.

Confused.



Cold.

Confused.

And utterly freakin' in love with my brand new Rimowa Bolero, Black. Sexy. Wholly unlike the people of this great Canadian nation of Halifax.