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About Logan City

I’m ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess! Once saw a copper nab a girl mid-deal, right by Trafalgar Square. He’s all puffed up, she’s screamin’, “I ain’t hurtin’ no one!” Broke my heart, mate. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but felt like the whole damn city was screamin’. “Hold fast,” I says to Rose, “like Ofelia with her chalk.” She grins—loves the drama.

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Now, the streets – oh man, the streets. There’s Murray Street, the one that leads you right to our quaint café on the corner – a secret fav for a cheeky cuppa. Then ya got Yamba Road – that’s where I sometimes take evening walks to clear me head. Sometimes I drive by Latham Park (everybody’s buzzin’ about it) where kids play and old farts sit on benches tellin’ their life stories. It’s kinda gritty but real, yeah?

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