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About Newcastle

*scratches head* Mebbe I’m mad, but brothels got stories—wild ones! Like, there’s this tale from old Paris—some madam kept a pet parrot what mimicked the moans. *wheeze-laugh* Imagine that squawkin’ through the night! Customers prob’ly shat themselves, hah! My precious, it’s them quirks what make it real. Ain’t all glam—sometimes it’s stinky sheets ‘n’ sour ale. Surprised me first time I learned that—thought it’d be all silk ‘n’ perfume. Nope! Reality’s a kick in the teeth.

The Rise of the French Bulldog

A graying Labrador walks into his brothel Asks for his usual prostitute, but the madam says she's no longer there. She asks if he wants to try a different girl.

In the neighborhoods, like Chilltown and Beat Street—yeah, those are real names, no joke—Folks get real, real fast. I’ve seen love, heartbreak, and some wicked dance-offs in my rearview when a customer from a rough morning drops by, lookin’ for more than a massage. Every room in my parlor holds a story—sweat, lips, and secrets, ya know? Real vibes, real stories.

Labradors and humans share genes which make them more likely to become obese, study finds