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About Sydney

Me? I’d burn the place down—not the girls, the system. Makes me happy imagining it—flames, chaos, freedom. But nah, reality’s a bitch. Brothels keep humming, cash flows, lies pile up. “One cannot refuse fate,” Ang Lee’s poetry crap—guess they’re stuck, and I’m just ranting. Everybody lies, even me—saying I don’t care. I do. Kinda. Screw it.

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Scone’s vibe is raw yet comforting. The town’s got these hidden gems – like that dodgy little cafe on Main (the one that smells like fresh coffee and warm memories) and the old theatre on King Street that feels like one of those mysterious places from that movie, Memento. Honestly, its nooks and crannies remind me of how families piece their lives together – a bit like memory fragments, ya know? Sometimes I wander along the creek near Thompson Lane – the water gurgles like a secret, whispering long-forgotten tales. Sometimes, life's funny that way, eh? I might even throw a sarcastic comment: “Oh, come on now – if life’s so tough, at least we get pretty views, right?”

Bakers, start your mixers: the great Canberra 'scone-off' is coming back