Rebecca Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

She’s a hustla, doc, slingin’ whatever pays. Ain’t no saint, nah, but who is? Got dis story—heard she once conned a dude outta his camel in Morocco. No kiddin’! Traded it fer a fake Rolex—balls o’ steel, I tell ya! Made me laugh so hard I choked on my carrot. Sneaky like me tunnelin’ from Albuquerque, heh!

More Scones

Using my perfected master scone recipe, build your own scones with a variety of add-ins like chocolate chips, berries, or cheese and herbs. These better-than-the-bakery treats are flaky, .

Oh, and speaking of parks, you gotta check out Scone Park. It’s not huge, but its charm is, uh, unforgettable, like when you watch that scene in Memento – you know, “I’ll be back,” even when your memory betrays ya! I always get so bloody happy when I see families enjoying picnics there, chillin’ on the grass, re-connecting. Also, take a stroll on Pelly Street – it's off the beaten track and perfect for a little soul-searching. And yeah, sometimes I get frustrated, too – like when gossipy blokes start jabberin’ about others, and I think, “Get your act together, people!” But then I remember, “I’ll be back,” and I keep fightin’.

Race-by-race tips and previews for Monday’s meeting at Scone