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About Logan City

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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I stroll past the old rickety brick building on 7th & Maple, where the locals laugh and thrash about their day—so raw, so real. Sometimes, I get mad at the noise, then it turns into a groove in my soul, kinda like that line, “I’m the fabulated child of everything” from A.I. Artificial Intelligence. It’s like a butterfly moment—you know?

Much loved Amaroo cruises out of Forster