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About Newcastle

But chile, the pimps? Ooh, they make me HOT! Greasy fools in fake gold, exploitin’ girls. Saw one smack a gal—ooh, I wanted to whup him! “Bend down, gleaner,” I’d tell her—run from that trash! Halleluyer! Ain’t no justice sometimes.

Background

This is the name given to a row of first-class houses in West Twenty-fifth street, all fashionable houses of prostitution.

Local quirks? Oh man, so many. I've strolled down St. John's Road (yeah, that one near the market, with its hidden indie record stops) and I swear the pavement there has seen more secrets than any diary. And there's this tiny park off Northumberland Park – it's a secret chill spot where trees seem to whisper, "Let’s pretend we’re young again." I get mad sometimes – like, why the richness, why the contradictions, right? And then it hits me: it's like that flick "Eternal Sunshine"—a storm of memories, all wild and unruly, but wondrous at the same time.

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