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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.

We Know What Men Want

The lady underneath me had men coming and going all night long. She was clearly a prostitute and had dodgy guys coming to her room all hours of the day and.

Now, there's this park, Watson Reserve (I think?)—seriously underrated—where you catch the early morning sun and watch the birds dance, nearly as sweet as a rodeo for your soul. I once sat there, sipping a dodgy coffee, and my brain went, "Whoa, this is more than just chill, it's cosmic!" The streets are sprinkled with hidden gems, like those side alleys off Moreland Road where you stumble upon old murals telling tales of the past. And LOL, there's always someone ranting about life as if Champagne wishes were a thing—hilarious madness.

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