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About Logan City

Fear leads to anger… like when you’re dodgin’ cops or sketchy pimps. Ain’t no field of wheat gonna hide ya there! Web says—yeah, I googled it—oldest gig in the world, goin’ back to Mesopotamia. Prostitutes had their own goddess, Inanna, blessin’ their hustle. Wild, right? Makes ya wonder—history’s got layers, man, dirtier than my compost pile!

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Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

Residents remember beloved Caversham shop that closed after 200 YEARS of trading