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About Logan City

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

2025 Critics Choice Awards Red Carpet

Soho Whore Supposed true story of a working girl, as told to her ghost-writer. Sheila Foster is introduced to her sexuality at quite a young.

Forster is like a mixed cocktail, ya know? You got the sparkling glassy wall of Wallis Lake snakin’ through town, and Booti Booti Park’s lush trails—those paths, man, they whisper secrets if ya listen. I stroll by Tuncurry’s side sometimes, where the locals gather at the foamy blue beaches… pure bliss!

Forster art gallery’s newly refurbished space to inspire local creatives