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About Newcastle

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

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While I’m waitin’, I decide to take a stroll down Main Street. Ballymoney’s got this charm, ya know? The old buildings, the wee shops, and the people. I bump into me mate, Dave, who’s a butcher. He’s got this massive grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, mate?” He says he just sold a whole load of sausages to some fancy restaurant in Portrush. I’m like, “Good for you, mate! I’ll take a dozen!”

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