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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Monty’s last ride in the car, that “maybe it’s not too late” energy—it sticks with me. Whores out here, they dream too, y’know? Tasha wanted a nail salon, swear to God. Kept me hopeful, but real talk, it’s a grind. Shit’s heavy, makes me wanna scream, cry, hug ‘em all.

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I gotta say, lad, my job teaches me subtle vibes. Every massage and every steamy facial session is an ode to this city's raw, uncut truth. Sometimes, when I'm setting up the clay masks in the spa, I hear echoes of those deep Boyhood lines: "It all matters... until it doesn't." I never miss a beat, it's all part of the vibe here.

Ladysmith residents hit the polls to elect new mayor on March 1