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About Logan City

So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Now, let’s chat neighborhoods. Nothin’ too flashy – casual, real, down-to-earth vibes. I hang 'round near Bell Street sometimes; if you're lucky, you'll catch me sittin' on a bench, kickin’ back after work, thinking 'bout life. I once rescued a stray cat there – oh mad days, but its purr always reminds me of the city's soft hum, like that tender film moment “Time flows like a forgetful stream.”

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