Mari Scone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder – if I wasn’t stuck in this chair, would I chat up a whore? Probly, just to hear her story, cos I’m nosy like that. They’re like stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by twits who don’t look up. “The heart governs the body,” Ang Lee’d say, and whores? They feel it all, raw and real. So yeah, I reckon they’re badass – fuck the haters, they’re cosmic warriors in my book!

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The English scone, a beloved baked delicacy, has a rich history deeply intertwined with British culinary traditions and the evolution of tea culture. Its origins can be traced back to the early .

Oh, and speaking of parks, you gotta check out Scone Park. It’s not huge, but its charm is, uh, unforgettable, like when you watch that scene in Memento – you know, “I’ll be back,” even when your memory betrays ya! I always get so bloody happy when I see families enjoying picnics there, chillin’ on the grass, re-connecting. Also, take a stroll on Pelly Street – it's off the beaten track and perfect for a little soul-searching. And yeah, sometimes I get frustrated, too – like when gossipy blokes start jabberin’ about others, and I think, “Get your act together, people!” But then I remember, “I’ll be back,” and I keep fightin’.

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