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About Newcastle

So, lemme tell ya bout whores, man. Not judgin’, just spillin’! Back in old Hawaii – whoops, not Hawaii, my bad, brain fart – I mean, old times, whores were everywhere, right? Like, in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stunk like fish and sweat, prolly. Little fact: they wore sandals dyed red – red! – so folks knew, “Oh, she’s a workin’ gal!” Crazy, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ ‘em clackin’ around, “Hey, sailor, got a coin?”

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We were girls in plaid skirts, loud and obnoxious, driving with the windows down. Capable students, nailing honor roll every year, despite our reputation.

Our local park, Twinkle Park, with its old oak trees and kiddie rides, yet quiet where you sit and catch your breath. So many moments there, remember when I had a meltdown cause my spa heater broke mid-peak rush? I nearly lost me mind, we swears! But then, a calm breeze, gentle as whispers, said, “Strange tranquility, like a headless shadow drifting,” true words from that mov, right?

Chilling moment armed men storm home