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About Newcastle

Gets me goin’, how she’s all sass and grit – had me laughin’ once when she told some drunk lord to shove his gold where the sun don’t shine. Proper cheeky! But then – ugh – saw her get short-changed by some sleazy git, and that pissed me off big time. Wanted to smite him with my staff, I did! YOU SHALL NOT PASS, ya cheap bastard! Surprised me how she just shrugged it off – tougher than mithril, that one.

Where is Bewdley?

And next we heard, By messengers from Bewdley, that Prince Rupert Was pressing South to succour Sir John Byron And pluck him forth ere he was.

Next, I head back to the clinic, and my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! A dog just ran into the pub on High Street!” I’m like, “What?!” So, I dash over there, and sure enough, there’s this golden retriever, just chillin’ with a pint of lager. I can’t even! The pub’s packed, and everyone’s laughin’ their heads off. I’m tryin’ to catch the dog, but he’s too busy makin’ friends.

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