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About Newcastle

Alright, listen up folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but the kinda complex, messed-up vibe I got from *Dogville*, my fave flick from Lars von Trier, 2003. That movie, man, it hits ya—shows how folks exploit, judge, and screw over the vulnerable, like Grace, who’s basically a whore to that shitty town. “The world’s gone mad!” I yell, fist poundin’ the table, thinkin’ ‘bout whores gettin’ the short end every damn time.

LJ Hooker Wynnum

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The streets? Absolute legends. Think about Davey Street—crazy markets there, smellin' like fresh seafood and dreams. Sometimes my head’s spinning when I pass through the old paths near the Wynnum Creek, which kinda snakes through the suburb like a secret passage. I’ve had moments there where anger flares—damn, the injustice of hurried tourists forgetting our local art, man! But then, happiness sneaks back in with every sunrise.

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