Addison Crestmead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Crime Rank: 18/100

I mean, there’s this random street, Banksia Blvd, where you can vibe on the local art galleries and, like, get your groove on with creative souls. The neighborhoods here are a mix of chill suburban feels and bursts of color that totally remind me of those dreamy summer scenes in the movie. Ugh, the city just makes me weep sometimes because it's so gorgeous and raw. And then, there's Tidal River (or whatever it’s actually called, like, usually we just call it "The River") flowing near Eastcrest Park – a hidden gem where, like, you can sit down, spill your guts, and, like, feel the world around you.

Crime scene established after intense fire tears through Logan home