The blue skies almost imperceptibly turning grey. The Belgian flags outside the Hotel Plaza blowing harder

The blue skies almost imperceptibly turning grey. The Belgian flags outside the Hotel Plaza blowing harder. Always the thought of having Jennifer’s breasts in my hands & my mouth will tempt me to spend that 60 euros again at Empire. In that case I am going to need EVEN MORE cash. 1157 finishing my fourth beer. Still only 1215 and on my 5th beer. Really slate grey and gloomy outside now. I like Leyla, she is very beautiful, and curvy, and sexy, but she downs those Carlsbergs like my beloved ex-wife used to down Budweisers. I even referred to her as Madame Carlsberg last night and she laughed; but it is an expensive habit she has (for me).arab-11
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A night in Brussels so good I can barely bring myself to think about it. I am in shock and rather frightened how good it was

A night in Brussels so good I can barely bring myself to think about it. I am in shock and rather frightened how good it was. A couple of fairly rubbish films in Cine Paris. A stunning bottle blonde with heavy make up in the Rue des C, Amanda I think. So tempted. Then the best collection of girls I have ever seen in Fifth Avenue. Inna grinning when she saw me, spectacularly sexy. Perrie Edwards blonde all in white now looked so appealing. The black bob East European in red glitter dress. And so many others. And Brazilian Diane—like a voluptuous Demi Lovato. Demi Lovato face with purple lipstick, tight red top over voluptuous bosoms, skin tight jeans over wonderfully voluptuous arse & thighs. Standing a few feet in front of me, dancing along with her Brazilian friend to Maitre Gims Bella. I could not resist, I felt drawn towards her like the moth to the flame. Then to Brussels Grill for what seemed like the most delicious steak I have ever had there. To Empire for one beer and I could barely finish it. Pretty girl on stage but I thought I’ll just wait to see the next girl and if it is NOT my Indian-Hungarian Jennifer then I’m going. Of course, up stepped Indian-Hungarian Jennifer. As always, quite possibly the most beautiful body I have ever seen on a strip stage. After she finished as usual she went around asking men if they wanted brief 5 euro lap dances in their seats and I prayed, prayed this time she would turn and come to me instead of deliberately ignoring me as she always does. She turned and with a big smile came to me. Finally my chance to ask for a private dance, 60 euros for 6 minutes. Yes. Topless only but touching allowed, I had her breasts in my hands, my mouth. Of course 60 euros is ridiculous for a private dance but I do not regret it, on the contrary, thank god I finally did it. If anyone is worth it she is. After that, I still was unable to finish my beer so stumbled back to the hotel in a complete daze. What happened tonight? And oh god, how on earth can I save money and rebuild my finances now, when I want to come back to Brussels at the earliest opportunity and repeatedly again.> on December 15, 2014 in Washington, DC.

My first beer in the Max Hotel—the machine took my 2 euros and gave me no beer

My first beer in the Max Hotel—the machine took my 2 euros and gave me no beer, though the manager quickly got the beer for me. 6pm, the light just starting to fail. The Eurolines coach was going to Amsterdam—if I’d known that I’d not have taken it; absolutely packed; only about 5% of the people getting off at Brussels. Still, so excited was I to be travelling again it felt quite painless; a nice blonde lady next to me; no trouble. 24 hours since I last ate a proper meal. I will wait till I’m on the way back to the hotel later. Saturday night in Brussels; might as well check out Cine Paris on the way back from Fifth Avenue—they don’t close till after 10, and I cannot believe I will be in 5th for long. And going in Cine Paris will kill time and delay my arrival in Empire—yes, still ending up in Empire for my “nightcap”, however much I decry a “topless only” strip club where small beers are 10 euros each. But most of all I just want to relax, and to drink & drink & drink, and eat & eat & eat. Anything else I will take as an unexpected bonus.

I was thinking to give Gascogne another try on this trip; expecting nothing, just out of masochism

I was thinking to give Gascogne another try on this trip; expecting nothing, just out of masochism, and the fact it is right next to my hotel so easy place for a nightcap. At least Empire has a proper non-stop walkway strip show (topless only). At Gascogne the girls do a little twirl around a pole then come to you for tips; no, fuck off. But anyway, it is closed. Whether temporary for refurbishment of the building or permanently, I cannot say; there is plastic fencing around the building, and scaffolding so might just be refurbishment to stop the building from collapsing. Empire is free entry but 10 euros for small 25cl beers, whereas Gascogne is 20 euros entry with 2 free drinks, so it works out much the same. Empire has a real star in the shape of the Indian-Hungarian Jennifer though, the most fabulous figure you will ever see, and Gascogne as far as I know doesn’t.

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So Wednesday night after my return from Nuremberg it was so late by the time I left the hotel I headed straight to Fifth Avenue. Inna behind the bar pulling beers

So Wednesday night after my return from Nuremberg, it was so late by the time I left the hotel I headed straight to Fifth Avenue. Inna behind the bar pulling beers. Then later by the urinals. She was sweet, and simpatico, tactile, so I think she must have a good feeling towards me since our encounter; I myself, as I said, have no memory of it. Later, as she returned behind the bar, she touched my arm with her hand; another good sign. She is the ONLY girl there now of any interest. It is sad. Fifth Avenue now IS Inna. Back in my first discovery of the place there would always be 4 or 5 alternatives. Now just her. Really sad. I think the terrorisms has scared off so many quality girls. Inna went to the room quite soon with another man, so I left at that point and headed down to Ciné Paris. The doors were open but the lady was hovering and the cinema lights were on, and the show had already finished. It was only just after 10pm. Down to Empire but no girls of any interest—no Manuela & no Jennifer that means—so I left after 1 beer. So another cheap day in Brussels. In Nuremberg the kabins were closed so I just had 3 beers in Bella Napoli and that was it. In Brussels just the beers in Fifth Avenue, but Ciné Paris was closed, so two very cheap nights. Still 225 euros in my pocket for Thursday and Friday.

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So no miracle in Brussels but a very revelatory day and a very enjoyable one. My faith in Brussels restored I cannot wait to come back

So no miracle in Brussels but a very revelatory day, and a very enjoyable one. My faith in Brussels restored I cannot wait to come back at the first opportunity. There were some great looking street girls again, I really enjoyed Cine Paris and I even think Empire is a great place to end every night after all. After midnight it starts to get really busy (at least 10 customers, which makes it seem busy). If Jennifer had not totally blanked me I was all set to spend a fortune taking her for a private dance even; no doubt, she couldn’t care less. She charges more than the other girls, but really doesn’t seem to like me! Because I never spend money probably. Now, 1130am in the hotel lounge, 3 hours to kill till I make my way back to Midi for my 352pm Eurostar home.

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