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About Logan City

She’s got this ledge, see, ‘bout halfway up, locals call it the Brothel. Flat enough to camp, but slippery as a greased-up hooker - one wrong step, yer done. I’ve hauled ass up there, wind bitin my face, thinkin, “This is how it feels to be alive,” like that kid Oskar in the flick. Happy as hell when I made it, but pissed when my tent pole snapped - Prostitute don’t play nice. Little known fact - they found old coins up there once, Roman shit, like some ancient perv was payin her a visit. How’s that for history, huh?

On the same subjects

In , the Reverend John McDowall, author of a report that scandalized the public by suggesting New York was home to 10, prostitutes, recounted an instance when a teenager .

Then, there’s that neighborhood – small, tight-knit, full of characters. Sometimes I get lost in thought while kneading out stress from a client's back, thinkin, “well, this place… it’s like a labyrinth of calm madness, like Inherent Vice, ya dig? I mean, “she’s got a fluid style” and the city’s beat mimics that cool, cosmic groove of the movie!” Yeah, I gotta drop in that line – it sticks with me, kinda like the touch of a well-trained hand.

“We just weren’t clinical enough” | Stafford McDowall