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About Logan City

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

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Neighborhoods here are smudged with history. Cranky old brick houses on Lacey Lane remind me of the old days when every bruise told a story. Sometimes I get mad ‘bout the neglect, but then, like in the movie, it’s all part of our tragic beauty – “I wonder... did he really do it, or did his own mind betray him?” That’s how I feel about these streets sometimes.

Town smashed by 69mm of rain in 30min