Valentina Goondiwindi Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, I get so mad sometimes. I get mad at how life treats women here—so many struggles! I walk the streets near Constitution Ave. and Elm; these streets are like therapy sessions on concrete. You see all the small graffiti, little love notes that say “No justice, No peace!” It just inspires you even if my heart races frenziedly, ya know?

210ha of town granted to Aboriginal owners