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About Logan City

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

Care Assistant - Night: Lindisfarne Newton Hall

Women could travel from home to home in the village without suspicion and this allowed prostitutes the opportunity to go and visit their clients.

So pack up, motherf***er, and dive into this glorious madness. There’s magic, art, and pure, raw life at every corner of Lindisfarne (au). Trust me: you'll leave with a kick in your heart and a new view on why we all weather this storm called life. Cheers, and keep it real!

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