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About Logan City

Hey there, happy little trees! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s like steppin’ into Pan’s Labyrinth – dark, twisty, and fulla surprises. You’re out there, right, strollin’ down some sketchy street, thinkin’, “There’s no path!” like little Ofelia lost in the maze. But nah, there’s always a path, just gotta squint real hard to see it. Me, I’d be all gentle-like, whisperin’ to myself, “Just paint some happy little shadows, Bob, you’ll find her.”

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Brothel, Mistress (hard), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Dirtytalk, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Green space? We got loads. Up at Marayong Park, I found solace on a rainy day. I sat on a bench close to a small creek, feeling nature hum like a soft lullaby. No big fancy gardens, just raw, real nature. Reminds me of WALL-E dusting off old memories in a forgotten park, ya know?

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