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About Newcastle

But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

Clientele Dynamics

@Sarah Olney: “Arguably, use of prostitutes is rape. We might try to pretend that coercing someone into sex by offering money is more.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I dash over to the Olney Fish and Chip shop. Best chips in town, no contest. I grab a portion, and as I’m walking back, I trip over a curb on the corner of East Street. My chips go flying! I’m standing there, watching my lunch hit the pavement, and I’m like, “Seriously?!”

FAREWELL TO LOIS MARY OLNEY: A LIFE OF MUSIC, LOVE AND UNBREAKABLE SPIRIT