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About Newcastle

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

30 images of Gosforth down the years

So, I’m cruisin’ down Salters Road, just me and my thoughts. The sun’s out, birds chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, BAM! I see this massive crowd near the High Street. Like, what’s goin’ on? Turns out, it’s some kinda street fair. Food stalls everywhere, people laughin’, kids runnin’ around. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, let’s grab some grub!”

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