Emily Scone Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Anyway, “Ten” got me hooked—prossie spillin’ her guts in that car. “Men are all the same,” she snaps—damn straight! Had me yellin’ at the screen—Rarrgh! Fuckin’ preach, sister! Whores see it all, man—grubby hands, fake smiles. Pisses me off, how they’re treated like trash. But yo, some own it—struttin’ like queens. Respect!

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The English scone, a beloved baked delicacy, has a rich history deeply intertwined with British culinary traditions and the evolution of tea culture. Its origins can be traced back to the early .

Oh man, Scone, mate, is somethin’ else! I live here as a family psych, and lemme tell ya – this small town in N.S.W. is full of surprises and deep feels. Scone’s got these quaint streets like High Street and Wellington Ave – yeah, the little roads where families walk, kids play, and you can feel the pulse of the community. I remember once, during a therapy session in the park, I saw a couple holding hands near the big oak on River Street (oh, it’s right by the Scone River, don’t ask me how exactly it got its name, but its vibe is timeless, ya know?) – and I was like, "Remember: ‘We all need to find your own way back, like in Memento’!"

Scoff is an Instagrammable scone shop at The Savoy