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About Newcastle

Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

Neighborhood copes with tarnished image

I love the punk vibes in the small neighborhood near Springfield Gardens; quirky bars and street art everywhere. Sooo creative vibes! There's even a graffiti piece that spells out "No More Suffering," which just blows my froggy mind. I remmeber thinking "why not?!" while hoppin' around.

Plans to replace Sutton Poundland with McDonald's - but some people aren't happy