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About Logan City

So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

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But the office had bars on the outside and the sign said no prostitution I was planning on driving back to Los Angeles but got super sleepy.

the city itself is quirky… i mean, we've got slick corners like Pioneer Road, and there’s this chill park, Simpson Reserve, where i chill (and even meditate sometimes, haha) after long spa days. the air near the Murchison River? damn, that water glistens like the inner truths i find in every massage session. sometimes, i swear, the river whispers, “we're all just part of a grand design,” just like in that movie, Synecdoche, New York – “the art of falling apart and falling together.” you know what i mean?

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