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About Newcastle

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Digital Dante

When John of Patmos wrote the Apocalpyse he used the figure of the “magna meretrix” — “great whore” — as a way of representing Rome and the corruption of.

So, I roll into Bordon, yeah? This little town in Hampshire, not far from the South Downs. I’m thinkin’ it’s just another day, but nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit up the High Street. It’s like a mini-mall but with more charm. I’m lookin’ for a coffee, right? Need my caffeine fix.

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