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About Newcastle

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – what’s the deal wit’ these broads? Been interpretin’ sign language, seein’ shit others don’t. Like, I catch these subtle moves, y’know? Hands talkin’, bodies screamin’. Watched “Goodbye to Language” – fuckin’ Godard, man! That flick’s all “what is love, what’s real?” And I’m like, shit, prostitutes live that! They’re out there, hustlin’, no script, just raw.

Discovering the Legend on a Visit to Linlithgow Palace

The female admitted being a prostitute, but the male accused claimed to be only a live-in cleaner at the flat where the brothel was allegedly.

So, I’m rushing down Linlithgow’s Main Street, dodging tourists and their cameras. Seriously, why do they take pics of everything? “Oh look, a stone wall!” Like, c’mon, it’s just a wall! Anyway, I finally get to the office, and my phone’s buzzing like mad. Stocks are all over the place. I mean, one minute they’re up, next minute they’re down. It’s like a bad relationship.

Linlithgow couple inspired by son Blake's care take on Coast 2 Coast cycle