Sad how Soho has been destroyed. Sad how Berlin has been destroyed. In Soho I lost so many places where I had such high nights, such mindblowing erotic experiences, Carnival Strip, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema, Boulevard Strip, Pleasure Lounge, all gone completely, Sunset Strip the only place left but it is awful compared to how it used to be. In Berlin I have lost Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri etc. The red light scene is really been wiped out everywhere.
Soho is dead now for me, of course; as is Berlin. As is Munich. Just Brussels and Vienna left. Brussels once a month and Vienna twice a year perhaps. I’ve learnt getting the Megabus to Brussels IS a viable and not TOO painful option (for just £20 or so!); but no way would I get the coach back—waiting in the freezing cold outside Gare du Nord station at 1am for a bus that may never be turning up, and if it does no idea if it is full up with screaming teenagers or football hooligans.
I feel so at home in the Max Hotel. I really could live here. If I was able to do that, I would be a happy man. Sadly, I do have to work in London—in a very lovely job. And yes the Cine Paris films have been crap again, the street girls have been crap again, the 5th Avenue girls are really crap, the Empire dancers are really crap—but it doesn’t matter; it is enough that these places exist. Finding the occasional diamond in these places is worth the wait. There was AMAZING quality in the Nuremberg windows and laufhauses and I did nothing with any of them. It is about finding places I feel comfortable, and I have that in Brussels. I will wait for the odd diamond to come to the surface; hopefully one day soon these jihadist losers will fade away and Brussels can really start to bloom & blossom again (erotically speaking). Berlin for me is dead, erotically speaking. When Stuttgarter Platz was wiped out, then for me Berlin was wiped out. The memories from those nights in Hanky Panky, Mon Cheri and Golden Gate in particular are so strong, so glorious. Munich for me is dead, erotically speaking, nothing on offer except 50 euro private dances! Waste of time and money. And Nuremberg I don’t think I will return to. So that leaves Brussels and Vienna. And from this week’s experience NOTE TO SELF—no more long train journeys in summer. So Brussels only for summer. Vienna can wait for winter.
Like Soho has dried up, Berlin has completely dried up. Christ in Soho I had my Italian magazines shop, you had doorways, clip-joints with floozies standing in their stockings and skimpy clothes. You had Sunset Strip, Carnival, Boulevard Strip, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema. Models flats everywhere in every street. Now all the porn cinemas are gone, and just one strip club left, Sunset Strip. Berlin has seen the same drying up of the erotic places. I went to Berlin after Soho dried up, but now Berlin has dried up too. 0336 Tuesday morning.
My enduring fantasy, I am little boy for some reason staying with his schoolteacher, in some leafy steamy paradise. She walking around in swimsuits or nothing at all. F–king him. This will be my book. My Under the Hill. My Willing Cheeks. Berlin? My erotic education.