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About Newcastle

So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

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There’s even this river—Macleay River flows by. I often sit on its banks, gazin', thinkin', life is whirly cool. I hang out at a spot on the banks of Main Street, near the old boathouse. Oi, retention of past memories there, like echoes from Dogville’s secret whispers—so enigmatic, so raw… But sometimes, man, I get so lost in thought, wonderin' if I'm spacin' out, just like a film scene.

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