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About Newcastle

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

Duck and Cover

The river—oh man, the Shining Creek—cuts neat through the town like a silver knife. It chills your bones in winter, warms you up in summer. I used to jog beside it; fuck, sometimes thoughts hit like a freight train. My brain would flip like those scenes in Grand Budapest when they say, "We must maintain the decorum!" Only in Dunlop, you know, every moment’s a quirks parade.

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