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About Logan City

Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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St-Clair’s riverside is another treat. The river Miroir flows silky smooth, reflecting the whole skyline. Sometimes you feel like you're on a movie set, like the endless chase or that eerie calm after the storm in "No Country for Old Men": “I don't know what to make of this. It just isn't right.” It's beautiful and unsettling at once.

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