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I used to live in a rented duplex apartment directly beside some train tracks. The trains blasted their horns going through town at 3am every day. I quickly stopped noticing.
When girls would stay over they would ask me why I didn't wake up to that shit. I am a deep sleeper though.
This guy can afford to buy a house and he's crying about hell's bells. I used to work late nights and sometimes still do. When I was working 12am to 8 am I absolutely fucking hated people running lawn mowers and weed whackers. Random robot scam calls were particularly bad back then, before smartphones. Working nights is rough. But if this guy can afford to buy a whole house I imagine he has other options.
For me these days, I'm beat after work and nothing can wake me. My wife on the other hand wakes up to everything. She's better then she was, she used to wake up to light from the kitchen.