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About Newcastle

Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down Stanwell Road. It’s got all these cute little shops. I popped into this café, The Fig Tree, for a cuppa. Best coffee in town, no joke. I ordered a bacon sarnie, and it was heavenly. I mean, who doesn’t love bacon? But then, the barista, this cheeky bloke, spilled half my drink. I was like, “Mate, what’s your deal?” He just laughed and said, “Guess it’s a ‘latte’ mess!” Ugh, I rolled my eyes so hard.

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