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Add to My Profile | More VideosSome time ago, Terry Ladd set out across the Rockies from Edmonton, Alberta, the sun and his bass on his back, his bare feet bleeding. In the town of Vancouver, amidst the saloons and houses of ill repute on every dusty corner, he befriended a lone drifter with a similar taste for blood. By now this stranger was going by the name of Wade Kinley, and together, hunched over a table littered with broken shells and a suffering bottle of Wiser's, the sweet wail of a jilted lover wafting from the corner of the wooden room, they hatched a plan. But world domination will not be accomplished by two men alone and it was not until a grizzled caballero known only as E.C. alit from Mexico City in a stolen plane, leaving behind his small band of rebels at the shores of revolution to seek out fortune in the new world, that the epicurean trinity was near completion. He pulled up a chair at the table with the two other men and told them stories of how it once was and how it could be again. When he was done he drank from the bottle viciously and the two men were impressed and when the whore had finished singing they asked for her name and she said Treshell.
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