Second day in a row, Alcazar’s Crying at the Discotheque playing on the 5th Avenue jukebox—as well as the Sheila & Black Devotion track from 1979 I now realised it was based on. 2pm. Not much time before I leave my hotel at 245 maybe. 226 back in Brussels Grill. I cannot resist it. Too early for the best street girls. And 5th Avenue too just has the bigger, older girls at this time. Save it for my return.
Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but, as I expected, more expensive! Everything is extra [turns out when I got the bill it wasn’t, even though I am sure the menu says it is]. Salad that comes with the steak in Brussels Grill is an extra cost here. As is the sauce. But—the waitress is absolutely gorgeous. Curvy voluptuous young brunette. 10/10. What to say. Brussels. The England result cheered me so much, so I was in a positive mood. Cine Paris was OK. Not great, but not bad. Just pleased to see it is still there, despite rumours of its imminent demise. Then the street girls were pretty fantastic—my old “friend” Beatris, with cleavage spilling everywhere, her colleague on the other side of the road, similarly; my old friend black Bridget massive breasts bulging on next corner; 5th Avenue was poor, I’m afraid, though it felt good to be back there. NO stars left—Andrea left long ago, Lucy came & went so quickly, and now even Inna gone. One blonde girl, just going to a room with someone, was interesting, but that was it. Window girls, post-6pm, nothing special. So nothing special at all, but enough to keep me trying.
After such a fantastic —– session I yearn to be back in Cine Paris, back in Nuremberg. Why DIDN’T I f–k anyone in Vienna, WSK Manhattan or Tete? Why DIDN’T I f–k anyone in Fifth Avenue? Why on earth can I not be this rampant when I am in those places??
Brussels Fifth Avenue is dire now, the street girls are dire now. Base myself MUCH MUCH MORE around Gare du Nord perhaps. That is where the quality is, and that is where the kabins are. Yes try to do that. Fifth just a stopping point on the way to Gare du Nord.
Oh but Christ what is point of going back to Berlin, rushing back, just for Sissi and Monte Carlo?! No, leave everything for May. Think again in June. This Council request for proof of income is surely another sign that a crossroads has been reached, and an end to my travelling days has been reached. A long break from Brussels Fifth Avenue for example would be a good thing, go back in one year and it would be exciting again. Just going every month becomes more and more boring. A nice long break would be good now.
Waiting for my Eurostar home to leave. So no, no miracle on my last day in Brussels. I didn’t really try very hard. I was in Cine Paris for less than 5 minutes, 2 rubbish American films, then to Café Jimmy for 1 Heineken and watch some Bulgarian music, to 5th Avenue, passing some very poor looking street girls; no one in 5th Avenue of much interest, except Brazilian Aisha I know from before and Moroccan Leila. I had a drink with her but then left, for a Brussels Grill. I was now desperate for bed. I awoke in the early hours and watched some mad doctor in a white coat French film, and then The Big Sleep dubbed into French, before I fell asleep again.
Yes my old reticence will return once I get to Fifth Avenue, but if there was a great videokabin place just next door, I would be so much more rampant in Fifth Avenue. If I ran a knocking shop I would make sure there were also some high quality videokabins on site. The girls would make so much more money.