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About Logan City

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

Around the BBC

I sometimes visit that cracked old mural near Riverwood Park. It’s got wild scribbles telling a thousand tales. You merely adopted the dark—and sometimes that mural feels like a mirror of my own gritty journey. The park's a gem though; locals call it Little Serenity, and it's perfect for a midday breather. Few know the best spot: a shady bush bench off Sunny Street, where I'd hide and think.

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