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About Logan City

Brothels ain’t all glitz, nah. Some’s dark, mate—girls trapped, no choice, like ships caught in a squall. Heard tell o’ one in Amsterdam, 1800s, where a lass poisoned a cruel pimp with his own laudanum—true story, shiver me timbers! Ballsy move, aye, an’ I’m cheerin’ her ghost from here. But others? They’re laughin’, pickin’ pockets, runnin’ the show—queens o’ their own decks. Surprises me, how they twist fate like Amélie, “plantin’ joy in shadows.”