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About Newcastle

So, I’m floatin’ round, eyeballin’ the scene—prostitutes got their own code, right? Like, back in the ‘80s, NYC had this spot, the Meatpacking District, where the gals (and dudes) worked the cobblestones while the cops just shrugged. History’s nuts, man! Makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it—imagine me, poppin’ outta a sewer grate, yellin’, “What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” Total chaos! I’d scare ‘em half to death—happy accident, tho, keeps me gigglin’.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Down in Old Town, you got the Marsden Heritage Market. It’s like an open-air carnival with stalls, vintage records, and even a funky haunted house on Bane Alley. Yea, sometimes I swear I can hear echoes of whispers there... “Let the right one in.” Seriously, the vibe is eerie but cool, like a twist in a spooky film. I remember one night, I saw a shadow that made me go “Whoa!”—not today, Satan! lol

First parish priest installed at St Luke’s Marsden Park