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so i’m scopin X posts, tryna find a lead. prolly some shady profile, pics half blurry, links to nowhere. little known fact—back in the 50s, hookers used code words in newspapers, like “roses” for cash. sneaky as hell! i’m thinkin, damn, that’s some OG hustle. makes me happy, y’know? love me a clever hustle. but then i get pissed—why’s it gotta be so sketchy now? all these fake ads, catfishes everywhere. ugh, humans, get it together!

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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?”

People are realising they've been putting jam and cream on scones the 'wrong way'