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About Newcastle

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

PROSTITUTION AND SEX TRAFFICKING IN NEPAL

and, bro, my eyes on the water over there on Logan River – its subtle flow calms the madness. i was there, sittin’ on a random rock, thinking "if only life was this fluid, man. just keep floatin’." yeah, man. that’s Kuraby in all its irrational glory.

Fined in a bus zone – with no buses