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About Logan City

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

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Many prostitutes were brazen ladies who defended themselves, their associates and their ‘patch’ passionately and, occasionally, with violence. Some women viewed it simply as a trade.

I be roaming by the ol’ Riverview Park too. The river, wait, its name? Riverview Creek. It’s a little trickle that somehow carves magic through our hood. I’d sit there sometimes, watch the water babble like it’s reciting movie quotes - “It’s the only thing you got left” kinda vibe – and wonder about love stories passing by.

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