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About Newcastle

I’m sittin’ here, smokin’ a blunt, thinkin’ – damn, these places got stories wilder than a motherfucker. Like, one time, heard ‘bout this brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins, but alive, dancin’ slow. Dudes walkin’ by, nervous as shit, pickin’ who they want. “Look at all this money!” – that’s what them girls be thinkin’, stackin’ cash, livin’ that “Spring Breakers” life. I was hyped seein’ that, like, damn, they out here grindin’, no shame, just game.

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“Torchlight ripples over the marble floors and across the painted walls, illuminating the gold, making it look liquid.”.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss, Mr. McGregor, storms in. He’s fuming. Apparently, some bigwig in Edinburgh pulled a fast one on us. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just stocks!” But he’s not having it. He’s pacing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m trying to focus, but he’s just there, ranting about “market volatility” and “economic downturns.” I’m thinking, “Can’t you just take a breather?”

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