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Here’s the deal—ain’t about the act, nah. It’s the chase, the mystery—like that movie line, “Feelings can creep up just like that.” Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure—I ain’t runnin’ ‘round alleys, folks! But in my head? I’m Tony Leung, broodin’, searchin’ for that spark. Findin’ a prostitute’s messy, risky—kinda thrilling, kinda sad. Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, say, “You’re enough, kiddo.”

Outrage at scantily-clad prostitutes plying their trade in Ladysmith

I work at a little spa right on Rutland Ave. Haven't you seen it? It’s a chill zone where you can melt away the stress. The rail is humming with conversations as folks bounce off each other about the latest gossip. I get to know a bit of everyone. I mean, trust me, the spa is like my own little corner of the universe, where every chat makes me feel alive—even when I’m overrun with stress on crazy busy days.

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