escort diary® of Kylie Wyote: Temperature drops in melbourne but it’s always heating up on the Gold Coast
Dear Diary,
Melbourne really woke up and chose drama today.
One minute she was all sunshine and soft breezes, flirting with my skin like she didn’t have a care in the world. And now? Cool air sliding through the streets, brushing against my legs, sneaking under my clothes like an uninvited tease. It’s that kind of chill that makes you crave something warmer… something hotter.
I can feel the season shifting. The air smells different. Sharper. Fresher. Like the city just stepped out of a cold shower and expects applause.
But honestly? I’m not in the mood for cool.
I’m dreaming of the Gold Coast — where the sun doesn’t play hard to get. Where the heat wraps around you like a lover who actually means it. I want that golden glow on my skin. I want salty air in my hair. I want to feel the sun kiss every inch of me until I forget Melbourne ever tried to cool me down.
Let Melbourne flirt with autumn.
I’m ready for bikinis, bronzed skin, and heat that lingers long after sunset.
Gold Coast, baby… I’m coming in hot.
