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About Logan City

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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I always take a stroll down Toorak Road. Crazy old buildings, expensive vibes, and odd street art that give you that lost, melancholic feel. I sometimes think, "I’m here, aren’t I?" like in Lost in Translation, trying to figure my place.

Baker Bleu Hawksburn, the Cult Sourdough Bakery’s Prahran Spot