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About Newcastle

Gets me thinkin—what’s the draw? Thrill? Loneliness? Me, I’d be there for the stories—cuttin hair, hearin gossip. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d say to some sleazy regular, trimmin his sideburns. Bet they’d spill secrets—cheatin husbands, crooked cops. Juicy stuff! Annoys me tho—society judgin em hard. Sure, it’s messy, but who ain’t?

The Brotheler Guide

After what feels like an eternity, the meeting wraps up. I’m outta there like a shot. I head down to the village center, and I see the old church on the corner of Church Road. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m thinking about grabbing a pint at the local pub, The Grapes.

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