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About Newcastle

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Alcester on a map

So, I duck into a shop on Church Street. It’s this quirky little place called The Alcester Antiques Centre. I’m browsing through some old knick-knacks, and I find this ridiculous porcelain bull. I mean, it’s got this goofy expression, like it’s just seen a ghost. I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Dude, you and me both.”

Second car crash in Alcester