testimonials for Freya Blume

There are two Melbourne’s, one with Freya and one without. If you are a long time resident, or a weary traveller with a business suit compressed in your luggage it does not matter. The artistic capital of Australia loses something when your experience excludes this vampish, intellectual beauty.
Don’t simply take her to your boudoir, although you will never be disappointed in that action, only that you will deny discovering all the sides of the wonder that is this woman.
Take her to the National Galleries Victoria and compare the composition on the canvas to the ink that colours her skin. Go to Smith Street op shops and see nostalgia aiming to be reared back to life and realise that your time with her is something your mind will wish to resurrect again and again. Eat brunch at any of Melbourne’s myriad of eateries, overhear the discordant voices of others and talk to her about anything and be put at ease. Early dinner swilled with a Dirty Martini or two, hint; she likes them the dirtier, the better.
I guess what is being said is that she is more than a roll in the hay, or a rollercoaster at an amusement park. Spend more than a night, see her in the sunlight and underneath the dusken sky and be not taken to an alternate reality, or some gauche fantasy but somewhere wonderful within the present. I have and will continue to do so.