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About Newcastle

Gets me mad, tho—pigs don’t care, yeah? They’re like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, bruv, it’s cos she’s a prossie! System’s rigged, innit—posh twats in suits lookin’ down, while Ruby’s out there dodgin’ creeps. Little fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets wiv secret pockets sewn in their skirts. Crafty, innit? Bet Ruby’s got tricks like that up her sleeve.

How Thornton Grew

I must mention my quirky strolls by the disused railway line near Haven Grove. I swear sometimes I hear distant echoes like snatches of dialogue from that film – “The voices in our heads, my friend, are all they really got.” I felt like a mischief maker, sneaking past memories and regrets, all while laughing at the absurdity of it all.

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