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About Newcastle

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s a storm. Got that vibe, y’know, like Anatolia’s endless plains. “The wind howls, restless…” she’s that wind, man. Blows thru everythin, leaves ya shiverin. I seen her type, slinkin round dives, eyes sharp. Cuts ya deeper than a shank, swear it. She’s a hustler, a ghost, fuckin poetry in heels.

Explore the realm of passion and desire

So, I’m trying to be supportive, right? But inside, I’m like, “Why can’t I win something?!” I mean, I’ve been slinging clay for ages! Anyway, we head to the pub on the corner of Whyte’s Causeway to celebrate. I order a pint, and Dave’s all, “You should’ve entered!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I was busy fixing my kiln!”

Kirkcaldy Loves Topping Up from the Tap