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About Logan City

But lemme ask ya—slowly now—why’s it so damn tense? Every round, I’m sweatin’, heart’s racin’ like I’m Eilis leavin’ Ireland. “Home is home,” she says, but whore ain’t home—it’s chaos! I lost 20 bucks once, got so mad I threw my chips—wife wasn’t thrilled, ha! That’s the kicker, tho—whore’s simple but brutal. Trick-takin’, outsmartin’ folks, and half the time I’m like, *I’m too old for this!* Still, I’m back every time—addictive lil’ bastard.

LJ Hooker - Cranbourne Team

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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