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About Logan City

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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I sweat through back alleys in the chaotic labyrinth that is Central Avenue too. Seriously. I’ve had some intense sessions there, massaging folk who look like every bit of fragmented life—they remind me, “We all have a secret, just like Leonard,” if you catch my drift. Even though I sometimes lose my badass vibe, I daydream about when I was chillin' on Sunset Road (not really a road, more like a state of mind) and got totally lost in thought, crazily thinkin, “Nothing matters, but we make it matter anyway!”

Adam is best Barr none in Da Prato Cup competition at Raceview