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About Newcastle

Favorite bit o’ *The Master* fits here – “What do you do with a dirty beast?” – dunno, precious, lock it up or set it free? Whore’s a beast, ain’t she? Wild, messy, loud – we loves the chaos, hates the stink. Sniffed an old brothel once, right, walls creaked with ghosts. They say a whore there poisoned a toff – slipped arsenic in his gin! Hah, clever bitch, made us grin wide.

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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