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About Newcastle

So, I’m cruisin’—late night, city’s alive, neon lights flashin’. You don’t just “find” ‘em, nah, it’s a vibe, a hunt! Like, I’m thinkin’, “How they survive this?” Gets me mad, yo—world’s messed up, pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts. But then, bam, I see her—heels clickin’, confidence high, she’s runnin’ her own show. “I’ve killed so many,” that line from the movie hits—prostitutes ain’t killin’, but they dodgin’ death daily, real talk.

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Oh, and don’t overlook the local park, Botanical Bliss – an ironic name for a place chock-a-block with stray dogs, finders of lost wallets, and the occasional pungent smell wafting from someone’s dodgy barbeque. I had a session there once – last minute, on a hunch – and the vibe was surreal. The park was almost like a stage for the absurd – a perfect slice of Kallaroo life, where every damn corner has its story.

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