Eliza Scone Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Her story’s wild - word is, she grew up rough, dad was a drunk, mom split early. Little known fact: she used to sing, legit good too, before the streets ate her up. Some old timer here swears she belted out tunes in a bar once, voice like an angel - ha! Angel my ass, more like a fallen one. Now she’s just Whore, screwin’ and schemin’. “The world’s a shadow,” she’d say, quotin’ that movie vibe, all dramatic. Cracks me up - she’s so extra.

Making homemade scones

Look up the Panera Orange scone recipe. I don't even like scones, but I had theirs because it looked tempting. It was SO delicious and the.

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’!"

One month to go until the Scone Horse Festival