I WANT to have real dirty nights like I used to back in Soho, in 1998, even as late as 2006. Surely I can still resurrect this erotic fly from the amber in Brussels or Berlin or Nuremberg?
Jupiter goes direct on —- -. It has been retrograde since January. I still have not had a great day yet this year, a day of erotic abundance, blooming and blossoming. Persistent pox partly responsible for crippling me. By this time last year I had the amazing three in a row of Amanda, Melissa and Manuela in Vienna at the end of January. Still waiting for that kind of feeling.
I have not add a great erotic experience yet this year, and here we are in April day after tomorrow. Last year I had the 3 in a row in Vienna of Amanda Melissa and Manuela. The only really exciting moments this year have been with P—- and I— in the ———, that is the truth. 11 days till I return to Vienna but oh it all depends on my —-.
I don’t think Europe or at least myself have got long before something truly horrific happens, so all the more impetus to travel more faster and faster and seize my erotic pornographic pleasures while I can, in Brussels, Nuremberg and Vienna, and Berlin.
A good chance I will be murdered or severely maimed in Europe before this year is over. Makes the feral erotic
expenses experiences all the more intense. Sex snatched from the jaws of death.
The appeal of Berlin to me these days is sadly almost wholly nostalgic. Those great nights in 2004 in Stuttgarter Platz, Mon Cheri, Hanky Panky and Golden Gate. Riccarda, Yulia, Iga, those high nights that persuade us to put off suicide. Oh if I can know one great erotic high night like that again. The hyperventilation with erotic excitement heading up the road from BEC or Sarah Young to Stuttgarter Platz. It only takes one girl to bring a city to life. Never expected Andrea in Brussels, Julia, Lucy. Amanda in WSK or Jackie in WSK. Finally try Artemis in Berlin? La Folie? King George and Caligula of course.
So my fifth day in Brussels and not one great memory of the trip so far; but absolutely no reason to be in London so quite happy to be in Brussels. The brief 1-minute lapdances from Valentina and Manuela in Empire were genuinely sexy, and makes me wonder whether I SHOULD pay the exorbitant 130 or whatever to go upstairs in private with them, just to see what else might be on offer. I will try late Monday night, though god knows it must be totally dead on a Monday. Saturday would have been better, haha, but last night I just wanted to stay in my big white bed, and it felt too soon to go back to Empire. For just £38 a night I cannot complain, can I. My favourite hotel so cheap right now. Yes, Brussels has not been spectacular this time, but at least there is a porn cinema, at least there are videokabins, at least there are bars where you can sit surrounded by whores, at least there are streets full of whores, at least there is a road full of whores in windows. None of these are to be found in London anymore. There is at least always erotic POSSIBILITY in Brussels.