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About Logan City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain! So, I’m thinkin’ bout this one hooker I saw downtown, right? Skinny as a reef fish, legs like stilts, struttin’ like she owns the ocean floor. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, frettin’ over every damn thing—except this chick ain’t lost, she’s FOUND her hustle! “Just keep swimming,” she prolly mutters, dodgin’ cops and creeps. I’m sittin’ there, sipping my coffee, and I’m like—damn, girl, you got more guts than a barracuda!

It's what makes us different

So disgusting that they always feel the need to add sex worker. Nine out of ten times on a news article the persons profession isn't really mentioned.

Not everything’s ya haven – sometimes I get downright mad when it rains too hard, turnin' every street into a slip 'n slide. But, heck, when the sun pops out, oh honey, it's like the beauty of a country ballad – sweet and raw. I always catch myself mutterin', “Sweet Lord, ain't life just one endless cycle of feelin's?” And yep, it's as wild as a line from that film: “Time is heavy, but hope is a feather.”

Woman killed inside Melbourne home remembered as 'generous and vibrant'