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About Newcastle

So, I’m weldin’ one day, sparks flyin’—kinda like whore’s world, right? Hot, chaotic, but damn, there’s beauty in it. Didya know, back in old Korea, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibes, some whores were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ heartbreak on rice paper, tradin’ verses for coins. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had soul, not just hustle. But then—bam!—pisses me off when folks spit on ‘em, like they ain’t human. Hypocrites, man, ugh, gets my bristles all ruffled.

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Lemme throw in some quirky confessions: sometimes I get sooo mad 'cause my zen vibe gets interrupted by sudden shouts of "Ruh-roh!" from a nearby dog. Yeah, that pup on Elm Street always does that. And, oh man, surprise twists – a tree in Edgewood Square once dropped its leaves almost on my head – but bam! It became a symbol of change, you know "The mystery of existence" kinda feel.

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