Esme Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So, whores, man – dey’re everywhere, right? Like, in history, dey were runnin’ tings, secret bosses of empires, ya? Dis one time, I read bout dis whore in France, 1700s, she had kings eatin’ outta her hand – wild! Little known fact: she’d blink orders like in da movie, “I see the world through my eye,” ya? Sneaky, sexy, controllin’ – I was like, “Hasta la vista, boring life!” Dat surprised me, made me happy – whores ain’t just trash, dey got power!

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’!"

Have a scone or two for a good cause with CWA of Victoria at the Melbourne Royal Show 2024