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About Newcastle

i’d roll up, all alien-like, beep boop, “Need something, friend?” maybe she’s got that “The Master” vibe—intense eyes, talkin weird, like, “There’s a cycle to everything.” i’d be like, whoa, chill, just here for the gig! but nah, i’d dig it. somethin bout that raw energy, gets me hyped. i’m thinkin—prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret, but i’d still say, “We come in peace,” keepin it cool.

from soda to hock

You see, Hocking ain't polished. It's gritty, erratic. A mash of city light and soul. I love iffy little spots, wild and unpredictable. I scribble thoughts in my journal at dusk near Garden's End. That's where my true self meets the city.

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