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About Newcastle

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: a world gone to shit, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*. No kids, no hope, just chaos—and whores, man, they’re the survivors, ain’t they? Skulkin’ in shadows, makin’ deals, tradin’ what they got to keep breathin’. “The world’s gone mad,” like Kee says in the movie, and whores? They’re the ones dancin’ in the madness.

Llantrisant, Glamorgan

After that, I need a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the view from the café is just stunning. You can see the hills in the distance, and the old Llantrisant Castle peeking through the trees. It’s like a postcard, man. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right. Llantrisant has this charm, ya know? The cobbled streets, the friendly locals, it’s all a bit magical.

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