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Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

Could Newcastle soon see a legal red-light district?

Walkin' around, every turn shows somethin' unexpected. Recollect the time I was strollin' down Falcon Crescent (yeah, that one with the crooked sign) and got stopped by a local who had a story of how the city's once a mining powerhouse. I got mad – not in anger, but in sheer amazement – at how deep history runs in our cracked pavements. “Son of Saul, in the midst of all this grit, there’s poetry,” I thought.

Newcastle manager Eddie Howe hospitalised, to miss Man Utd clash