Grace Scone Whore ❤️

About Canberra

But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrites, man! Folks judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round themselves – eat my shorts, losers! Like, in *Inception*, “The dream is real,” right? Whores keep it realer than half these fakes. Oh, and fun fact – some old-time whores? They’d stash cash in their boots! Boots, dude! Imagine Marge tryin’ that – ha!

Lavender and Toasted Walnut Scones

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?”

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