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About Newcastle

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

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I know a couple of concierges — they would find an escort for a customer if the tips are right. And yes, they already have the numbers for.

I gotta mention the waves. The beach along Seabreeze Road is epic. You can hear the rollicking sound of the ocean, like a lone guitar in a smoky bar. Spent many nights watchin’ the tide, thinkin’ about life’s mysteries, just like Inside Llewyn Davis said, “It’s always all right, baby.”

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