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About Logan City

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Family Doctors at Ferny

I got 13 butchers (typos, LOL!) – I mean, quirks – in my every day. Life here’s a scramble of laughs, misfits, and downright epic moments. You’re wanderin’ around, maybe sleepwalking across St Martin’s Avenue, half-expecting WALL-E to roll by with a cheeky grin. Can ya imagine? Nah, that's just how mad sweet this place can be, in all its messy glory.

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