After a thoughtful chat inside with the radiant @Natasha Monroe , I wandered out to the smoking room at Langtrees to finish my beer and collect my thoughts. It was one of those quiet afternoons—no rush, no pressure, just a moment to unwind. Then, like a shot of espresso to the soul, I was joined by @Alana K
Alana didn’t just enter a room—she arrived with energy. Fun, quirky, a little bit cheeky, and absolutely unforgettable. With her striking red hair, animated expressions, and an energy that felt like a breeze through a stuffy room, she immediately shifted the whole vibe of that quiet corner. I smiled, she smiled, and just like that, we were chatting like old mates.
We laughed—God, did we laugh. But in between the cheek and banter, something beautiful happened. We talked. I mean, really talked. About the industry. About what connection means between a client and a working lady. And about how, underneath all the layers—titles, roles, perceptions—there are just people. Real people, with real hearts and real lives.
Alana spoke with a kind of wisdom that doesn’t try to impress—it just lands softly, but firmly. She said something I won’t forget: “Sometimes a little kindness goes further than any tip.” It wasn’t said like a slogan or a punchline. It came from experience, from seeing how men arrive at Langtrees—some shy, some broken, some just needing a moment to feel safe, seen, or even just heard.
And then, with that same sense of unfiltered honesty, she playfully declared something that had me nearly snort my beer. “I don’t like bras,” she grinned. “I don’t wear one, and I won’t wear one.” And you know what? She didn’t need to. Not with the confidence she wore so effortlessly—or with what was so tastefully presented that, yes, it was admittedly hard not to take a peek. But somehow, it was cheeky, not crass. That’s Alana—bold without being brash, raw without ever losing grace.
The longer we sat, the more the conversation drifted back to something simple: kindness. The kind that isn’t flashy. Just presence. Just listening. Just being decent to another human being without needing anything in return.
We never know what someone’s walked through to get to where they are that day. Sometimes they wear it loudly, sometimes they don’t. But every now and then, you get lucky enough to cross paths with someone like Alana—a woman who can laugh you awake and then remind you, without even trying, of the goodness people are capable of.
So if you ever bump into Alana K, don’t be shy. Share a laugh. Offer a kind word. Hell, let her make you laugh till your ribs hurt. And remember—sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone is exactly what she gave me that afternoon: a moment of connection, a little honesty, and the kind of presence that lingers long after the last sip of beer.
Cheers, Alana. You made a quiet afternoon into something I’ll remember.
