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About Logan City

Once, heard this story - some barber in Chicago, 90s, ran a whole side gig. Prostitutes in the back, clippers in the front. Busted hard, tho - cops raided, hair flyin everywhere! True? Dunno, but wild af. Me, I stick to fades - no shady chicks here. Hate that hustle, man - too messy, too risky. “The machine is my home,” like in the movie - my clippers, my rules.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Sebastopol.

Bruv, ever rolled up to the Sebastopol River? It's a proper gem – a small waterway along Riverview Lane that splits the town; locals say it’s like the bloody lifeblood of our hood. I’ve had deep chats there, y’know? Like that scene “Talk to Her”, mate – “Is it ’cos I is black?” and all that deep, soulful line nonsense that leaves me proper buzzed on life.

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