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About Newcastle

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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I love how Parkinson (au) is messy, unpredictable – like a slice of life served raw, real, imperfect. Seriously, it’s a place where every cracked pavement hums a lullaby if ya listen close. Ya gotta get out there, walk the side alleys, try a slice of local pizza (hey, there’s one spot near Rossi’s that’s outta this world, if ya know what I mean).

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