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About Newcastle

I roll up to this spot, shady as fuck. Neon lights flickerin’, smellin’ like regret and cheap perfume. This chick, she struts out—heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a blunt wrap. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” She grins, all sassy—reminds me of Monty’s crew, hustlin’ to survive. “This is my last night,” I mutter, quotin’ *25th Hour*, feelin’ deep. She don’t get it, but whatever, vibe’s still cool.

Super Girls

Anyway, I dash to the office on Station Road. Traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this ancient bus. I swear it was from the Stone Age. I’m fuming, thinking, “C’mon, move it!” Finally, I get to the office, and my boss is already on my case. “Where’ve you been?” she snaps. I’m like, “Chill, I’m here now!”

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