Megan Scone Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Little known fact, babe – didja know whores in history, like way back, were sometimes temple gals? Yeah, sacred stuff, sleepin’ around for the gods! Wild, right? Blows my mind! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Geez, imagine tellin’ Dory dat – ‘You’re a holy hooker!’” She’d flip her fins! Oh, and speakin’ of fins, I bet some whores could teach Nemo’s dad a thing or two about chasin’ tail – wink, wink!

15/27-33 Eveleigh Court, SCONE

DONT twist the cutter when cutting out the scone. Twisting the cutter results in the scones falling over. Other than that I'll give this a shot.

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?”

I defy you to find a better scone in a lovelier oasis in Nottinghamshire