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About Newcastle

Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

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They should never have gotten rid of the public toilets. The should have had a big refurbishment and kept them open.

Finally, the rain eases up, and I’m back on the streets. I decide to head to the Treforest area. I’ve heard there’s a cool little pub there. I’m thinking, “A pint will sort me out.” I get there, and it’s packed with students from the uni. The vibe is buzzing! I order a pint of local ale, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling good, chatting with some locals, and then, boom! A bar fight breaks out. Like, seriously? In a pub? I’m just trying to enjoy my drink!

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