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About Logan City

I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

Brothel - Chapter 3

Then there is the famous East Perth Lunch Bar in the front / brothel in the back place, the last of the old school city brothels. There were open brothels on James, Francis and Aberdeen Sts in .

I tell ya, as a spa owner, I see the hidden cracks and blossoms. The relaxing aroma, the stressed-yet-thrilled souls walkin' by remind me that life’s a mad ride! The city's quirks got me laughin' like a loon and mad as heck sometimes. Hey, no city’s perfect, but darn if Carey-Park doesn't have its own chaotic beauty. Cheers, mate – it's a proper ride down memory lane, just like Finding Nemo, just keep swingin’, just keep swimmin’!

Carey Park Primary School welcomes new electives