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Tried talkin to her once—voice raspy, said, “Night’s heavy, huh?” Fuckin deep, like Tarr’s long takes. Didn’t bang her, tho—felt wrong, like kickin a downed horse. “The wood’s split, it’s over”—movie line stuck in my head. She told me some johns cry after, little known thing, blew my mind. Imagine that—tough guy weepin post-nut. Hilarious, but sad as fuck.

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But real talk – sometimes this city drives me cray, ya know? It's like, one minute you’re cruisin’ down Beachside Rd, mindin’ your biz, and BOOM! Traffic jaws, loud construction, the whole rigmarole! And I get all riled up – “¡Este lugar me tiene loco!” Yet, in the calm of my relaxation sessions, the city’s heartbeat soothes me. It’s that irony that makes Ladner a character all on its own.

Is a second exit out of Ladner still a possibility?