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About Logan City

So, I’m struttin’, all high and mighty, sneer on my face, coz who’d dare cross me? Saw this one bird, right, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that line, “You see everything, but understand nothing.” She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “What’s yer game, love?” Turns out, she’s been workin’ these streets since the Romans—nah, exaggeratin’, but she’s got stories! Said some geezer once paid her in goats. Goats! Laughed my arse off, I did—made me happy for once.

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Lindisfarne’s a beast of beauty, flaws and all. It's gritty but soft, like the tales of spirit and resilience spoke in whispers. I’ve had days where the counselor in me sees despair; then, BAM! — a burst of wild, unexpected hope just like an enchanted train ride in a surreal world.

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