Abigail Scone Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Now, don’t get me wrong—shit’s dark too. Some pimp bastard’ll smack ‘em round, and that boils me blood! We shall fight those curs, we shall crush their tyranny! But the whores? They keep goin’, mate—resilient as fuck. Like that Timbuktu scene—kid runs, wind howlin’, no quittin’. Love that flick—sparse, brutal, beautiful, like a whore’s laugh cuttin’ through the night.

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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?”

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