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About Logan City

Here’s the kicker: meetup’s at some dive bar. I roll up, thinkin’, “This is peak chaos engineering.” She’s there, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. “You’re late, genius,” she snaps. I’m like, “Traffic’s a simulation glitch, sue me.” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, my kinda gal. Fun fact: prositutes in Amsterdam once unionized—badass, right? Power to the hustle. We chat, she’s chill but sharp—cuts thru my nerd BS like a plasma torch.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love walkin’ down the lanes of Kallaroo, where every turn brings a new story. The humdrum past midnight, when the neon signs glisten off wet asphalt, gives me all the feels – reminds me of that crazy scene in The Act of Killing where realities blend. It’s like, “Come on, mate, wake up and smell the chaos!”

Inside the Bedfordale home with a mass of awards