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About Logan City

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

Behind the brothel door

Reporter GEORGIA WESTGARTH has penned a special five-part series from the perspective of four working girls from outer south-east Melbourne, and a brothel owner ‘at one’ with the law. .

Man, streets like Princes Highway and Badham St got layers. I stroll 'em after closing the spa, deep thinkin’ 'bout the day. Dandenong Creek flows close by. Yup, that water runs like life itself, unpredictable and real. I hang by Patterson Reserve sometimes to chill. And hey, don't forget the secret gem: a tiny park off Hargreaves Ave. Only few know, but it soothes your soul, like a quiet spa day for your tired heart.

A truck and a car collide in Dandenong South