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About Logan City

Favorite flick ties in—Pocahontas, pure, gets twisted by the world. Prostitutes too, start somewhere, end up here. Sucks, but real. I’d say they’re tougher than me, and I’m out here wrestlin waves! Sarcasm? Yeah, “oh, noble profession, savin souls”—fuck off, it’s raw survival. Love the grit tho, keeps me watchin, thinkin—shit, maybe I’m the one drownin out here.

The anonymous Ilivehere.com reviewer is not overly impressed having moved to the area

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Caversham resident to get ceiling works done after five month delay