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About Newcastle

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Destinations

Man, what a day! I swear, being a swineherd in Penarth is never dull. Woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already dragging my feet down the street. You know, the one that leads to the seafront? I think it’s called the Esplanade. Beautiful views, but I was too grumpy to appreciate it.

Penarth man drove car after consuming alcohol above the limit