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About Logan City

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

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Then there’s Main Street, with its quirky cafes and funky little stores. You see, I always pass Mr. Johnson’s on Beachside Ave; he sells the best local sand art. Crazy, right? And the Murmur Park—it’s this hidden gem. Yeah, I know, cut off the map! But trust me, the park's perfect for meditation. It’s like that moment in the film when nothing else matters.

The Cabaret Hour: Jens Radda and Iva Rosebud