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About Newcastle

I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed on James Street, and I’m already late for a meeting. Classic me, right? I’m a music editor, but today I felt more like a headless chicken. I grab my coffee from the wee café on the corner—Café Kisa, I think?—and spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I smell like burnt beans.”

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