Abigail Goondiwindi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m a glazier, right? Workin’ with glass all day, makin’ shit shine. And I gotta tell ya about this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore! Not her real name, duh, but that’s what we call her ‘round the shop. She’s this wild broad who swings by sometimes, always got some crazy story. Like, one time she’s braggin’ she smashed a window with her bare fist—bam!—just to feel somethin’. I’m like, “Woman, you nuts!” Made me mad as hell, ‘cause I’m the one fixin’ that crap!

LJ Hooker Goondiwindi - GOONDIWINDI

I love finding hidden gardens by the Goondiwindi River. There’s a tiny park, Willow Bend, where folks spare a moment for self-love and healing. I once sat there, tears in my eyes, and whispered: "Billionaires should not exist!" It was raw and real. And yeah, sometimes I cut off mid-thought, ‘cause emotions hit hard.

Police recruits hit the streets in Goondiwindi