But I want to spend all my money in Berlin, Vienna, Munich and Brussels. For the incredible memory of Adelina in Manhattan, of Amanda in WSK, Jackie in WSK, Lucy in 5th Avenue, Inna, Andrea, Julia in 5th Avenue. Etc etc etc. Those incredible highs. That is what it is all for and will warm me when I am old and cold.
Repressed and randy back in London, I dream of —— black bob in 5th Avenue and Inna and Mariana.
A brief visit to Cine Paris. I hate the fact when I go into a porn cinema I immediately don’t want to stay, don’t like the film; I have to force myself to sit down and force myself to stay there and only then can I get into the films. Straight out to Café Jimmy and the Pelican girls outside. Are you a Peli-can or a Peli-can’t? Beatrice, as usual, the pick of the bunch. No music on the TV so I pressed on to Fifth Avenue and was shocked to see Inna there! So early! Then an old man came in and went straight to her, hugging & kissing & they very soon went to a room, so presumably she came in early for him. Anyway a real pleasure to see her; she does have that fresh bloom of sexiness on her that marks her out as different from all the other girls there, I’m afraid. So another cheap day in Brussels, just 55 euros or so. Left Fifth Avenue starving hungry, brought a Domino’s Pizza back to the hotel then sleep. A horrible night of indigestion, and here I am back in the Max lounge at 930am. Awfully early.
“I still think there must be an Esmeralda out there with my name on her but I may never find her” I wrote in 2010 after my one night Vienna visit, where I discovered Pour Platin shut down. Well, yes I have found her haven’t I—FROM Twelfth Night 2014 trip to Vienna under Wagnerian skies and Fortuna Blonde, Amanda WSK, Andrea, Julia and Lucy in 5th Avenue, Adelina in Manhattan, not to mention the great times I had in Soho with Zara, Maria, Lavinia, Marianna, etc. Loyalty and fidelity weighed me down, and then for most of the past 12 months the pox weighed me down.
Sure I just passed the Fifth Avenue Perrie Edwards on coming back from the shoe shops. She looked much rougher in the cold light of day, to be honest; reinforcing my original contention that Fifth Avenue is now Inna and nothing but Inna. But it is always better to have choice—to have only 1 fantastic stripper in a strip club is boring; to have only 1 fantastic floozie in a knocking shop is boring. Choice increases the excitement, even if you only ultimately stick to your favourite.