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About Newcastle

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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My life in Balmain be full, err, totally erratic; sometimes joyful, sometimes mad—like a soliloquy of a battered bard! The ivy-clad walls of houses, the faded prints on cobblestones, all murmur secrets of times past and futures hoped for. "Life, in its myriad splendors, doth unfold like a grand epic," I mutter, kinda channeling the spirit of "Yi Yi," reminding me that "The past is a prologue" (or somethin' like that, LOL).

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