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About Newcastle

I’m out there, choppin’ wood, mind racin’—whores got guts, man. Takin’ risks, dodgin’ cops, all for some cash. Kinda like Eilis sailin’ to America, scared but ballsy. “You have to do it yourself,” she says—whores live that every damn night. One time, heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the docks, saved up, bought a freakin’ saloon! Badass, right? Makes me grin like an idiot.

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The park by the old mill? That’s a gem. Bumbles Park sits all prettily under ancient gum trees – and ye can almost hear the whispers of old legends. I remember one fine sunny arvo, I was tunin’ the faucets in me spa when a stray cat – orange as a sunset – ambled right up. It wasn’t no stray, oh no; she was the queen of her realm, struttin’ about like she owned it, much like me own moods sometimes, savvy? And who’d have known that immersed in the urban hum, nature still flirts at your doorstep.

Explained: the parking charge row that has businesses worried about the future