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About Logan City

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

The Boardroom

Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

Michelle Crowther wins Cranbourne Gardens Ward