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About Logan City

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

Word position

I love cruisin’ past the city park on Lakeview Drive. Honestly, it’s my zen zone. I sit by the lake, reminiscin’ on life. I spill my thoughts, like, “Everything is in motion” – yeah, like that old film line! The park is perfect to unwind, let your worries drift off.

Five lifelong friendships converge on the Murray River