escort diary® of Kylie Wyote: Brisbane city you have really turned it on!
Brisbane (why am I like this)
Southbank is illegally beautiful. Like, I don’t trust it. One minute I’m in a city, the next I’m lying next to a fake-but-not-fake beach wondering if I’ve accidentally been abandoned on a deserted island that somehow has lifeguards and joggers and suspiciously good vibes. If this is a simulation, it’s a good one.
I keep thinking, okay just five more minutes, and then suddenly it’s been an hour and I’ve mentally moved here, started a new life, and decided Melbourne would simply have to visit me. But alas. One more night only. Tragic. Heartbreaking. Rude, honestly.
That said—Melbourne, my beloved mess, I am COMING HOME. And not just home, but home JUST in time for the final sets of the tennis. Elite timing. Astronomical luck. I will simply arrive, sit down, and let the universe reward me.
So tonight I will romanticise absolutely everything: the warm air, the water, the palm trees, my own main-character energy. Tomorrow I return to reality, slightly sun-kissed, mildly feral, and emotionally attached to a beach that shouldn’t even exist.
