Rebecca Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

What surprised me? Oldest job, still kickin. Ancient Rome had brothels—graffiti ads on walls! Like, “Lola’s got the best ass, 2 coins.” Marketing, bruh! I’m over here wonderin—should I be mad at the grind or respect it? Prolly both. Anyway, if you’re droppin cash on brothel stock—hit me up. We’ll scheme. “It’s all a play, man”—Kaufman vibes. Life’s absurd, so’s this money game.

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DONT twist the cutter when cutting out the scone. Twisting the cutter results in the scones falling over. Other than that I'll give this a shot.

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’!"

I defy you to find a better scone in a lovelier oasis in Nottinghamshire