escort diary® of Kylie Wyote: Think I posted this but can’t remember lol
The next few days are about to be dangerously good.
Tomorrow I fly into Brisbane, and I can already feel the shift — warm air on my skin, that buzz in my chest that only comes when I know I’m stepping into rooms that matter. Wednesday and Thursday are stacked with meetings, connections, conversations that linger a little longer than planned. Business will be handled… but let’s be honest, I never do just business. Brisbane has a way of pulling the wild out of me — and I’m arriving charged, confident, and very aware of the effect I have.
I’ll slip back into Melbourne on Saturday, January 31, barely long enough to unpack, rehydrate, and catch my breath. And then — just like that — I’m gone again. Echuca, February 5–6. A river town escape that feels slow, sensual, and grounding in all the right ways. Bare feet, river air, long looks, and that delicious quiet that lets your thoughts wander… and your body soften.
This back-to-back movement is my sweet spot. Travel turns me on to life. New places, new energy, new possibilities — it sharpens me, fuels me, reminds me how alive I feel when I keep saying yes. I don’t do stagnant. I do momentum.
Everything is unfolding fast, hot, and exactly as it should. I trust it. I trust myself. And I’m loving this version of me — mobile, magnetic, and fully in her pleasure.
Brisbane first.
Echuca next.
And whatever comes after… I’m ready for it.
