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About Newcastle

Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

Nina Mercer stabbed Alan Tomkins in his home and left the knife in his back

The local shops, oh my, they sparkle with secrets. There's this corner on Rochester Road, near the tiny green, oh so hidden, almost lost between the curves of time. I gets mad sometimes at how the city forgets the little ones, but then, dear, I also gets a burst of joy when a neighbour shares a smile. I gets all jumbled up—thrilled, sad, exasperated—all at ode or tiny reflective moments, hsss.

Medway Council: Strood timber yard housing plan given approval