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About Newcastle

Brothels, man, dey’re like hidden art galleries, ya? Not kiddin’! Oldest job in da world, dey say—been round since forever, like 500 BC in Greece, dem fancy hetaerae chicks were basically VIPs, not just hookers, nah, educated, classy, runnin’ da show! Makes me happy, dat history, shows humans always been wild, ya? But den, I get pissed—modern brothels, some shady dudes exploitin’ girls, dat ain’t cool, makes me wanna punch a wall, bam!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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