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About Logan City

So, picture dis – old Russia, back in da day, dey had dese “houses of tolerance,” right? Legal brothels, can ya believe it? Tsar says, “Eh, let ‘em bang, keeps da streets clean!” Ha! Den, bam, Soviets come, shut it all down, all grumpy like, “Nyet, no fun!” Made me mad, dat hypocrisy – dey preach purity but sneak in backdoors anyway, da pigs!

Multiverse Brothel (Part 1.)

I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

I fought cancer twice but it was my unborn baby who saved my life