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About Logan City

So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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I get pissed sometimes – not much happens here. It’s a sleepy town, and traffic’s a joke on Linden Road (u know, when two cars pass and I call out “Get a life, mate!”) but it’s our life. It's raw and relaxed, with moments of silent beauty. I get mad when people rush relax – “slow down, feel it”.

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