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About Newcastle

So, I tried it once—high-end spot, smelled like lavender and sin. Chick’s hands? Magic. Felt like, “The air hums,” straight outta Glazer’s flick. Surprised me—thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, pure art. Got me thinkin’—why ain’t I investin’ in this? Missed opportunity, damn it! Greed’s screamin’ at me—jump in, Gordo!

Potters Bar helping to keep children safe from abuse in London with the NSPCC

First off, I’m at the train station, Potters Bar Station, obvs. It’s like 9 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I’m waiting for my group, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of the station. I’m like, “Mate, I’m the guide here!” But he’s got that twinkle in his eye, you know? So, I let him go on. Turns out, he’s a retired train conductor. Cool story, bro, but I’ve got a group to meet!

Report: Potters Bar Town 0 – 8 Dover Athletic