Scarlett Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen whores—in court, on the streets, everywhere. Not just the sex-worker kinda whore, nah, I mean the soul-sellin’ type too. Makes me mad as hell! People throwin’ that word around like it’s confetti—pisses me off. Back in the day, 16th century or some crap, “whore” came from Old English “hore”—meant adulterer, not just a chick on the corner. Little fact for ya—bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Surprised me too, I was like, “Well, slap my ass and call me shocked!”

Lexicology

Leading the life of the unknown, an entity for no one, heading nowhere, considering the facts, half-truths, and gallons of lies, unbeknownst. Savoring the sap.

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’!"

Mary Berry’s ‘easy’ scone recipe that’s stayed the same for over 30 years