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About Newcastle

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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The town centre? Oh well, it’s a bustling crush of vibrant streets – like Plains Road (seriously, check out the name, it’s as flat and honest as can be) where one can find eclectic cafés, quirky boutiques, and sometimes mischievous murals that speak of urban rebellion, or maybe just a good laugh! Honestly, those murals evoke the cinematic oddity of Under the Skin – we’re all walking canvases of hidden feelings, aren’t we?!

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