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About Newcastle

Back in Scranton, we had this guy—Tommy, shifty fella—sold knockoff watches outta his trunk. Prostitute’s got that same hustle energy, y’know? Promisin’ the moon, but—uh—where’s the cash, Jack? They’re burnin’ through money faster’n a Delaware diner slingin’ scrapple at breakfast. Revenue? Pfft, barely a whisper—$200K last quarter, if that! Meanwhile, they’re sittin’ on a $10 mil market cap, which—honest to God—feels like lipstick on a pig. Made me mad as hell seein’ folks pump this on X, callin’ it “the next big thing.” C’mon, man, quit the baloney!

Finding a provider

A dozen local sex workers and allies gathered in Fair Haven to remember two members of their community who died this year.

After that, I stroll down to the beach. Newhaven Beach is kinda rocky, but it’s got its charm. I kick off my shoes and feel the pebbles under my feet. It’s like a mini massage, but not really. I sit down, just soaking it all in. Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re at the beach! Chill!” But nah, they’re going at it. I’m half tempted to give them relationship advice. “Hey, mate, just buy her some chips! Works every time!”

Newhaven RNLI rescues yacht on Easter Sunday