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About Newcastle

Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

Prostitution and the law

Y’all might ask, what’s the secret to Gympie? It’s that raw mix, the warm hearts and odd corners. It’s the windy afternoons at the old library on Gardner Street, where the bookloons whisper secrets of yore. It’s the surprising calm found in the little, neglected pockets where you can hear the hum of nature when the city goes bonkers.

$7.2 billion pledge and a Gympie highway hero