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About Newcastle

Greed’s what drives em—cash, power, survival. Ain’t no shame in that, buddy. I love it—makes me grin like a damn shark. Back in ’87, I’d be wheelin and dealin, and these girls? They’d be my shadow, tradin flesh for a buck. Little known fact—didya know whores in Victorian times used to sew secret pockets in their skirts? Hid cash from pimps—smart as hell, right? Blows my mind. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp.

Caversham: The Berkshire village that everyone wants to move to

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Look inside: Brand-new independent bakery opens up in Caversham