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About Newcastle

So, last week, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for that sweet deal. Ain’t no shame, bro, it’s supply and demand – basic economics! I see this chick, all sass, leanin on a corner, and I’m like, “That’s the one.” Reminds me of *Moolaadé* – “Purification is violence!” she’s got that fire, y’know? Not some beat-down junkie, but a queen runnin her own game. I respect that hustle. Greed is good, man, it drives her, drives me.

Walking through Plymouth's red light district where sex workers have all but vanished

Let the kids go wild at Wildwood Devon! It boasts amazing animals, a magnificent maze, outdoor adventure play, indoor soft play, terrific traversing walls.

But then, outta nowhere, the tide starts coming in. I’m like, “Oh no, not the fortress!” I rush over, and the kid’s panicking. I’m trying to help him save his masterpiece, but it’s too late. The waves crash, and poof! There goes the castle. I feel his pain, man. I mean, I’ve lost battles before, but this? This was brutal.

Tiny house trail bringing footfall to Dawlish