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About Logan City

So, this one time, I’m walkin’, see this chick – total prozzie vibes – and she’s hagglin’ with some drunk dude. I’m like, “Respect my authoritah, lady!” in my head, coz she’s loud, annoyin’, ruinin’ my *Brooklyn* mood. She’s all, “Pay up, asshole!” and he’s stumblin’. Funny as hell, but damn, I’m mad – can’t they shut up? Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” coz I bet that chick misses somethin’ better than this crap life.

Christine Clayfield author of No Fourth River featured in The Sunday Mirror Notebook

If any sex worker decided to work outside The Joke, they could expect to suffer the consequences. But initially, most of the sex workers.

Right near the heart, you got Clayfield College – that old brick beauty that makes you go, “Dang, history, right?” I’ve had some deep chats there while massaging tense muscles after a long day. There’s this tucked-away café on Pitney Street that only the locals know—secret spot for a killer flat white.

Walk through Tarranalma, one of Brisbane’s historic homes