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About Newcastle

Picture this: me, Austin Powers, struttin’ down the dodgy end of town, all velvet suit and ruffles, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a bit of the old in-out. I’m thinkin’, “Smashing, baby!” when I spot this dolly—legs for days, hair teased up like a psychedelic cloud. She’s leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a fag, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Do I make you randy, baby?” She smirks, all cool-like, and I’m hooked, yeah!

Gladstone’s Prostitutes

Local legends? Yessir, like the story of the "Mystic Mural" on Cherry Street, where an unknown artist splashed a wild masterpiece overnight. Go on, check it out; it’ll blow your mind… or at least give you a good giggle. And dude, sometimes it feels like everyday life here is straight out of Agnès Varda’s work—"I’m a gleaner, picking up scattered remnants of beauty."

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