Avery Scone Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

More Scones

S'pose you ask, “Why do you love Scone?” It's simple – it's real. Imperfect. It makes me mad, happy, and all sorts of feelies – just like every family I help. I mean, who else can say, “Just like in Memento – the past is NEVER DONE with you?” I get a real kick from seeing how people heal and grow, all in this quirky town. So, my friend, when you come visit, be ready for a journey through heartbeats of raw emotion, deep conversations, and a feeling of “I’ll be back” at every turn. And remember, life here is as mysterious and beautiful as a Christopher Nolan film – every moment counts, every break means a new start… and I’ll be back, guaranteed!

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