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About Logan City

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

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The Capalaba Creek flows right through town. It's messy, unpredictable. One minute you're chillin’, next minute you're awed by nature’s tantrum. And hey, I might be biased, but my spa is like a haven—a nod to that film’s vision of modern life. No fancy stiff mannerisms here, just pure passion and that cheeky Bond swagger.

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