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About Newcastle

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

‘No jurisdiction’

shadwell’s streets are full of lively misfits and relaxed souls. im lovin it. its messy, unpredictable, and damn beautiful. if ya ever come by, dont miss the off-beat vibe – its like every back alley has a story, every pub a secret. and like in the film, "If you are what you eat, then i'm an ice cream sandwich" – which is as weird as shadwell gets sometimes.

Mouthwatering matings suggest Shadwell should clear more space on its mantelpiece