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About Newcastle

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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There’s also Manly Wharf. It’s this bit of history splattered right along the harbour. Nah, it ain’t just for tourists – it’s for locals who come to chill with a beer and watch the boats. I’ll never forget that one time, loungin’ near the wharf, when I nearly got drenched by a sudden, cheeky downpour. Hah, typical Manly weather!

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