Natalie Scone Brothel ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Owners skimpin’ on fire exits. One spark, poof, whole joint’s toast – and I’m stuck sortin’ the claims! Happy? Hell yeah, when I caught that sleazy manager slippin’ – fake IDs, underage girls. Busted his ass, felt like Penny Lane droppin’ truth bombs. Surprised me, too – found a ledger, coded like some mob shit. Took me three whiskeys to crack it – profits through the roof!

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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