Lydia Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

What pisses me off? The judgy pricks—callin em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, they’re survivors, playin a game rigged from the start. Gets me all riled up—wanna smash somethin, maybe a throne or two. But then, happy kicks in—cos they’re clever, y’see? Outsmartin the system, dodgin coppers, livin wild. Like Rita in the movie, amnesia or not, she’s got guts.

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’!"

Truck driver charged over fatal crash north of Scone