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About Newcastle

So, picture this—me, Kermit, sittin on a log, watchin Sally strut by. She’s got this swagger, like she owns the swamp. Hi-ho, I’m thinkin, “Girl, you’re workin harder than me nailing oak!” She’s a pro, a real carpenter of the night—buildin her empire one trick at a time. Little known fact? Back in medieval times, whores were taxed—yep, taxed! Kings were like, “Pay up, ladies, you’re fundin the castle!” Sally’d be pissed bout that, I bet. Me too—taxin love? That’s cold, man, cold!

100 Halls Around Manchester Part 12: Burnage Hall, Burnage.

First off, I decided to hit up the local café on the corner of Burnage Lane and High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon butty. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s a café, not a vegan retreat! I was fuming. I mean, who runs outta bacon at 9 AM?

'People always abuse a situation, but I can’t grumble'