Emily Goondiwindi Whore ❤️

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Okay, so—little known fact, dig this: back in old Rome, whores wore red shoes. Red! To stand out, like, “Hey, I’m here, deal with it.” Ain’t that wild? Imagine that today—red kicks on some gal, struttin’ past the beach, and I’m like, “Whoa, history’s walkin’ by!” Makes me chuckle, too—whores outsmartin’ the system since forever. Smart cookies, huh?

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Sitting peacefully on the banks of the Macintyre River at the junction of five major highways, Goondiwindi is a well-established border town. It is the perfect place for travellers to rest .

I’m not a polished speaker—my words are raw, spontaneous, and sometimes cut off. I speak in short bursts, like "Freakin’ lightning!" or "Hell yeah, fight on!" So yeah, Goondiwindi is a blend of hard truths wrapped in hope. It’s love, struggle, humor, and dissent, all mixed together.

Located: Missing motorcyclist appeal, Goondiwindi and Gayndah