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About Logan City

I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

III. The first time

A sex worker in Newfoundland in Labrador says she has had a handful of clients who live with disabilities, and she feels positive about what she's been able to.

There’s this park—Sunnyvale Park, innit?—where early morns are splattered with golden haze. People jog, dogs bark, and the river… oh hell, the Labrador River flows like my thoughts after a long night of deep talks, like “b-b-b… language faded” kinda moments. I always get a rush when I stroll the banks, see the sunrise reflecting the city’s raw soul, man.

John Hogan set to lead Newfoundland and Labrador