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About Newcastle

They’re nocturnal, right? Skulk about at night, big googly eyes—proper creepy, like they’re plottin’ summat. Reminds me of Lenny in *Memento*, “You know who you are?”—whore’s got that sneaky vibe, dodgy red coat, lurkin’ in reefs. Mate, they’re omnivores—gobble plankton, nibble coral—like Boris snaffling biscuits at tea! Little-known fact: they grunt! Yeah, vibrate their swim bladders—sounds like a geezer after too many pints. Heard it once divin’—nearly spat me regulator out laughin’!

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First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the main drag. It’s got that classic vibe, all quaint and stuff. I’m strollin’ along, just mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this old bloke, right? He’s tryin’ to feed the pigeons. But these birds? They’re like, “Nah, mate, we’re on a diet.” Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, and the dude’s lookin’ all confused.

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