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About Newcastle

Rewind to *4 Months*—that line, “We’re not criminals!” hits me hard. This chick ain’t a criminal, just tryna eat, but the world’s all, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin at the sky, “Let her live, damnit!” Then I’m happy again—found her later, chillin by a busted payphone. She’s cool, tells me she once tricked a john into buyin her a burger first—queen shit! I’m cacklin, like, “You’re the real MVP!”

Behind the brothel door

Dandenong's streets are like a maze of stories. Hit up the Dandenong Market on Bay St – the colors, smells, hustle, and bustle, baby! It’s like a scene from "City of God" – raw, spirited, gritty, ain't it? “I pity the fool!” if you miss it.

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