There’s something magnetic about this city, the way the air feels after the rain, the quiet hum of trams at night, and that unmistakable blend of elegance and temptation.

I was meant to leave, but Melbourne had other plans for me. I’ve decided to stay all weekend long to sink into the rhythm a little deeper, to let late mornings and long dinners unfold the way they’re meant to.

If you’ve been waiting to cross paths again, now is the perfect moment. My diary is open for those who appreciate connection that’s unhurried, genuine, and unforgettable.

Pre-bookings are essential, time shared should always feel deliberate, never rushed.

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