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About Melbourne

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

LJ Hooker - Goondiwindi

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 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.

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