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About Newcastle

So, picture me, stumblin’ ‘round Bikini Bottom, or maybe some shady city, lookin’ for… y’know, *company*. I ain’t smart, but I’m curious! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Krabby Patty. Nah, it’s sneaky, like hidin’ from Squidward when he’s grumpy. I heard once, back in old times, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Makes me giggle! But it’s true, they been around forever, like jellyfish in the sea.

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A blonde woman, about 60yo approached me, crying with a sob story about having no money to purchase the medications she needed for her upcoming surgery.

Oh, and there’s a little gem – an alley near Glenwood Ter. People say it's haunted by old memories… or maybe it’s just messy graffiti (srsly, who cares, lol). I get super nostalgic lookin at it. Because as I code these love connections, I see parallels with that rugged, stark beauty... "You ain't ever gonna leave him" - not that I'm preachin or somethin', but emotions here hit raw, shifts like abrupt pauses in a movie scene.

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