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About Logan City

She’s the type who’d leave a tape on your porch - ya seen *Caché*? “Someone is watching,” that creepy-ass line. That’s her, man, always watchin, judgin, playin games with your head. I reckon she’s got secrets darker than a freakin coal mine. Maybe she’s banged half the town, maybe she’s just messin with us, who knows? Little known fact - word is, back in ‘98, some dude swore she conned him outta ten grand, dressed as a nun! A nun, can ya believe that shit? Had me laughin my ass off, picturin her in that getup, winkin at him.

Map of Cranbourne, VIC 3977

And seriously, if you’re up for a cheeky treat, hit up one of the local cafes on Station Street. Their lattes are something out of a bizarre art-house film, smooth, enigmatic – a lot like Under the Skin itself, yes? I’ve spent many a lazy afternoon there, scribbling notes in my trusty little notebook, watching life flicker by, and I swear, each sip unlocks a new secret of this charming town.

Cranbourne Friday night tips: $7.50 value bet