escort diary® of Fifi Purvis: Sydney Sweetney
I get asked often, “have you ever been told you look like Sydney Sweeney?” and my titties aren’t even out.
I’m in Sydney this week (hehe) and am being wined and dined by miss Elsie and our shared boyfriend. what a treat. until our date comes around, I have a few plans in between prearranged & last minute hookups.
I’m seeing a friend who I met at my favourite cafe in Melbourne. she flirted with me but turns out she has a boyfriend. so now I’m trying to work my magic on the both of them. ????
She works normal civilian jobs, and is such a hustler. she manages a band so we are going to see the performance in the evening. during the day, we are day partying. my long fingernail, bag of goodies and a tiny dress is all I’ll have on me tomorrow. 30 degrees ! pray is doesn’t rain, although dancing in a shower does sound romantic. perfect moment to further instil the idea of our three way lust…
some flicks from today. strolling around the city, so far Melbourne wins for the streets & PT design. and my controversy is simply that Sydney wins in the food department. like UGH I’m immersed in the diversity and it’s all in the city. maybe I’m sheltered in Melbourne, but all the cafes and bakeries have the same things. smashed Avo. shit matcha. lalala. please prove me wrong & send recommendations in Melbourne. I’m making a list. (I really love a grab and go treat, and I believe it to be lacking as an option in Melb compared to here)
alsooo has anyone else had Molly tea.. what drugs are making me obsess over her so bad. every day I need a molly tea. I’m in Sydney with one million places to try and I’m dragging my ass to this chain as fuck store. I genuinely feel like they made this place just and only for me
