Leah Scone Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Favorite movie vibe kicks in here—*A Separation*’s all ‘bout truth, yeah? Whore’s the opposite, lyin’ shiny liar! “That’s what she said!”—cracks me up thinkin’ it’s seductive but nah, just dirt. Exaggeratin’ for fun, once told the crew it’s cursed, like ghosts hidin’ in it—half believed me! Surprised me how superstitious they got, wild stuff. Oh, and it stinks—sulfur whiff, gag city, makes ya wanna puke.

15/27-33 Eveleigh Court, SCONE

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?”

Sir Remlap looms as cream of the crop at Scone