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About Newcastle

Talked to a guy once, swear it, said he went to one in Amsterdam—red lights blinkin, girls in windows, like a freaky candy store. He’s all nervous, sweatin, picks a gal, and she’s chattin him up bout the weather! Weather, man! I laughed my ass off—where’s the sexy mystery? Kinda sweet tho, made me grin—human, ya know? But then, bam, he said she charged extra for cuddlin—cuddlin! That’s a hustle, pal, got me shook.

Sheriff in brothel ads call.

Brooklawn, Strathmore & The Villa. Fitzroy Street, St Kilda. This story begins with three Brooklawns: two houses in St Kilda and the tiny village in Ireland after which they were named; .

There’s the old park, Central Gardens (my pet peeve: there’s ONE bench always broken, I’m mad about it, no joke). And the river? The Waverley Run – oh boy, it's like nature's OWN masterpiece. I sit by the river sometimes after a long spa day, thinkin’ “I’m in inherent vice, baby” – yes, that movie, incredible! It reminds me to relax, man, and not sweat the small stuff.

Mary, Dowager Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorne dies at 92