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About Logan City

Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

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Fantastic opportunity to secure a full brick block of 6 x 2-bedroom units, with a potential to develop STCA, Zoning R4 High Density.

Now, Wiley-Park is full of life. You got sunlit lanes like Mulberry Street, and then there's the old brick road of Bramble Way, where the charm just oozes out, like in "Moulin Rouge!", ya know, “Lightbulb!” Moments, moments! I remember, one day, I strolled past the Antique Clock Tower on Esterfield Road—waffle, ticky-tock, mesmerizing, like a heartbeat syncing with the city.

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