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About Newcastle

So yeah, erotic-massage? It’s a trip! Soft, wild, sneaky fun—like a happy accident on a wet canvas. Next time, I’m bookin’ Trish again, tellin’ her, “No ex talk, darlin’!” What bout you, pal? You tried it? Spill the tea!

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First off, I head down to High Street. You know, the main drag. It’s got that classic vibe, all quaint shops and stuff. I’m thinking coffee, obviously. Can’t start a day without caffeine, am I right? So I pop into this cute little café, The Honiton Coffee House. I order a flat white, and the barista—bless her—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s just milk and espresso! I’m like, “Uh, this is a latte, not a flat white.” She just smiles and says, “It’s all good, mate.” I’m like, “No, it’s not!” But whatever, I chug it down anyway.

Five-star home with a vaulted ceiling and barn-style finish