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About Newcastle

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

Brothel in Victoria Road, Widnes raided after three month surveillance

He recruited sex workers, organised for them to meet with clients, and placed adverts on escort websites.

This city’s perfect if you’re ever feelin’ ALL emotions at once. I mean, one moment you’re floating on cloud nine, next you’re like, “WTF?!” People naturally wear their hearts on their sleeves here. It’s messy and brutal, yet beautiful. I get all hyped up praying for better days, laughing at the absurdity, thinking, “I’m surprised, I’m happy, I’m mad – all at once!”

Full results for Runcorn and Helsby by-election