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About Newcastle

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

'The noblest pyle among us': Raynham in its Local Context

I mean, sometimes it makes me mad—the endless gawkin’ but not listenin’. Other times, it makes me soft, remindin’ me that every hidden alley in Pyle is filled with secret feels. I smirk at the irony, like students misbehavin’ on a sunny day at the park or old timers gossiping on Elm Street.

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