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About Newcastle

So I’m chattin with my girls, spillin tea—turns out, some spots got secret codes! Like, a wink or a “you good?” means she’s workin. Mind. Blown. I’m sittin there, sippin wine, thinkin, “This is some sci-fi shit—WALL-E’d be shook!” I’m happy tho—learnin this stuff feels sneaky, like I cracked a vault. Maybe I’ll write a song— “Red lights, late nights, findin my way.”

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Through McDowall's Journal, McDowall condemned brothels, assignation houses, theaters, and patrons of prostitutes As his journal gained a following.

So first off, McDowall, man – it's got its own vibe. Start wanderin’ round along McDowall Rd, ya feel? There’s that quirky café on Granville Lane – I swear, they brew magic. And oh, the little park, Bowen Green Park – sits right near the old creek, which some locals call “whispers river” (I know, sounds bonkers, right?) but that creek smooths my soul after long massage sessions.

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