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About Newcastle

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – slingin’ insurance by day, judgin’ the world by night. So, findin’ a prostitute? Hoo boy, let’s dish! I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s some twisted plot from *The White Ribbon* – y’know, my fave flick, all dark and creepy. “The hand that strikes must punish!” – that’s what Haneke’d say, right? Like, you don’t just stumble into that scene, it’s a choice, babes.

The jewel of Poole Street

I can’t help getting all nostalgic when I see Wolston House by the waterfront. It’s majestic and a tad eerie on foggy nights. And oh – a friend once told me a wild story about ghost sightings near the gardens over there. We laughed about it over beers. It’s one of those things that remind you: life’s unpredictable, like a film plot twist in “Carlos”!

Poole v Oxford postponed