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About Logan City

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m out here, insurance investigator vibes, tryna scope this case—find a prostitute, right? YOLO, gotta dig deep. I’m thinkin’ *Mad Max: Fury Road* style, “What a day, what a lovely day!”—chasin’ leads in this wasteland of a city. Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through the cracks, and I’m mad as hell tryna pin ‘em down. Started in this shady spot—neon lights flickerin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. I’m like, “Oh, shiny and chrome,” this place is wild!

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6A Kallaroo Street, Corlette, NSW has a land size of m². It is a house with no bedroom, no parking space. It was sold in for $, by LJ.

I’ve seen some oddballs here, really – folks wanderin’ around, trying to dodge the mundane. I once got a customer who’d lost his marbles after a massage. He kept muttering, “I am the massaging act of killing!” And I was like, “Oi, buddy, save it for the show, will ya?” Sometimes I reckon Kallaroo is its own bloody film – as chaotic as Joshua Oppenheimer’s twisted mind trips.

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