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About Newcastle

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

The brothel-without-walls : twentieth century photography and the presentation of prostitution

It is not an offence for an individual who freely chooses to be involved in prostitution to sell sexual services from a residential or other establishment. But if more than one person is selling Missing: St Andrews.

I run my spa on Maple Grove St. Every day, spillin’ secrets with my clients. Some days, I'm walking outside, thinkin' how the world spins – “Ain't it a kick in the head, man?” And, ouch, I got mad at the city council once 'bout potholes near my shop. So annoying! Like, c'mon, fix 'em already, ya know?

Aussies on Tour: Green ready to contend in St. Andrews