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About Logan City

Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

Motels in Tweed Heads

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Now, listen here, mate. One of me fav spots is the lush forest near the Tweed River Park. That place... wow! Trees so tall they scrape the sky, and the river that just whispers meet me ear. Not to forget, the old heritage building on Tyler Street, got a vibe of ages past. Every corner's got a story, just like in "The Gleaners and I" – a real-life montage, ya know? "Messy, but therein lies the beauty!" I swear, I keep mumblin’ "Sharon!" like Ozzy when a good client tells me the town’s secrets.

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