escort diary® of Amber Monroe: Wollongong shenanigans
I swear Wollongong is trying to flirt with me.
I woke up this morning to sunshine pouring through the window like it was whispering, “Go on… cause a little trouble.” And honestly? I’m in the mood to listen.
I wandered around town today—barely made it ten steps before catching a few curious glances. Maybe it was the bounce in my walk, maybe it was the grin I definitely shouldn’t wear in public… the one that says I’m up to something. And I am.
There’s just something fun about being here. The ocean’s loud, the air’s warm, and I’m itching to meet someone who can match my energy. Someone who enjoys teasing conversations, flirting until we’re both laughing, and making the kind of eye contact that feels a little too naughty for daylight.
So here I am, sprawled on my bed with my diary, twirling my hair like a teenager with a crush, thinking about the new faces I might meet tonight. Preferably ones who like a bit of mischief and aren’t afraid to play along.
If you’re in Wollongong and feeling playful… you might have just found your partner in crime.
— A
