Layla Scone Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Met this one chick, swear, eyes like fire. She’s tellin’ me stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. I’m like, what?! Dudes payin’ to weep? She’s half shrink, half sin. Made me happy, tho – real shit, no fake. Then I got pissed – society judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Man in *Ten* says, “You’re not a mother!” Whore gets that too – “You ain’t human!” Fuck that noise, she’s more real than most.

The History of The English Scone

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’!"

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