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About Logan City

Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya – back in the day, Rome, like in Sorrentino’s flick, had these secret signals. Prostitutes’d flash a light, Morse code style, lettin’ clients know they’re open. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Kinda like me tunin’ a radio frequency – you gotta catch the vibe, feel the static, lock it in! I’m out there, scopin’, and this chick – legs for days, smokin’ a cig – she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Damn, this is it, this is the spectacle Jep was chasin’!” – “The only thing worth savin’ is the shiver.”

Anyone can make them. EVERYONE will eat them.

Oh, and speaking of parks, you gotta check out Scone Park. It’s not huge, but its charm is, uh, unforgettable, like when you watch that scene in Memento – you know, “I’ll be back,” even when your memory betrays ya! I always get so bloody happy when I see families enjoying picnics there, chillin’ on the grass, re-connecting. Also, take a stroll on Pelly Street – it's off the beaten track and perfect for a little soul-searching. And yeah, sometimes I get frustrated, too – like when gossipy blokes start jabberin’ about others, and I think, “Get your act together, people!” But then I remember, “I’ll be back,” and I keep fightin’.

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