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About Newcastle

So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

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Later, I take a breather outside. The rain’s stopped, and the sky’s clearin’ up. I can see the old Dalkeith Palace in the distance. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? Makes you forget the chaos for a sec. I’m thinkin’ about how this town’s got its charm, even with all the madness.

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