Eliza Caversham Whore ❤️

About Logan City

I’m proper chuffed growin’ it meself, though. Stick it in the dirt, water it, boom - grows like a chav on benefits! But Christ, it stinks sometimes - like a wet dog shat itself. Pissed me off first time I sniffed it, thought, “What’s this bollocks?!” Then I see them bees buzzin’ round it, happy as Larry, and I’m like, “Fair enough, you little stripy bastards.”

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Take a stroll past Maple Grove Park – oh, what a spot! A hidden gem where time slows. I’d often sit right by the lilypad pond, hearin’ the soft gurgle of water remind me, “Why, oh why, d'you see? The world’s a stage where everything’s transient.” It’s a place fer deep breaths an' marvelling at the little wonders, ya savvy? Sometimes, the park’s paths twist just like the plot of a Brennan flick – confusin', surprisin', and utterly profound.

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