My third and final night in 5th Avenue and no different. I felt no desire for anything (anyone)

My third and final night in 5th Avenue, and no different. I felt no desire for anything (anyone). Last time I had been stunned by Brazilian Diane; the time before by Moroccan Leyla; but this time no one. It is the luck of the draw. This is the roulette. Probably just as well. Makes it easy to go home; and no great desperation to come back. In that sense, a very successful visit. Finally my first Brussels Grill of this trip. The non-stop rain turned out to be a very weak spray of rain. Like an eau de perfume mist of rain the whole time. Steak. Steak. I can smell it. I want steak. I’ve been surrounded by floozies for 3 whole days and I’ve not wanted any of them as much as I want this steak. That says it all.brussels-19brussels-20brussels-21brussels-22brussels-23
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The problem is the only time when I start to get into the “zone” when I feel I want to f–k like an animal ….. is when the drink has just started to numb my body into cold insensibility

The problem is the only time when I start to get into the “zone” when I feel I want to f–k like an animal ….. is when the drink has just started to numb my body into cold insensibility, so I cannot gain any pleasure out of that f–king. Nothing new; since the first day I ever had sex with a floozie, this has been the problem; but it is getting worse, not better, as it takes more alcohol to get me into that “zone” than ever.

Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in and enjoy a cold beer at the same time

Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish, how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in, and enjoy a cold beer at the same time. Even though the Empire girls were rubbish (Jennifer excepted), how lovely to have a strip club to stroll to at 1 o’clock in the morning just around the corner from my hotel. Even though there have been no stars at Fifth Avenue this time (Inna, Leyla, Diane), how lovely to sit all afternoon and evening in a bar full of floozies, floozies who do NOT bother you or hustle for business.mysteremystere-1mystere-2mystere-au-moulin-rouge_26367050_2

I don’t want to drink any more beer tonight, don’t want to go to any more naughty places, don’t want to spend any more money

I don’t want to drink any more beer tonight, don’t want to go to any more naughty places, don’t want to spend any more money. I just have a craving for lots of water. And classical music. 4PM now. I will go out at 7 to see if I can grab any food from the station; if not I will go to Café West End. But mainly I’m thinking I need to drink more sparkling water. I feel an unquenchable thirst. Friday afternoon I arrive in Frankfurt. The train ticket is paid for and the hotel is paid for. Maybe I will take a stroll to the Städel when I arrive. I have overdone drink, and overdone the floozies. I feel suddenly allergic to both.vienna-42

After leaving the Dorint bar an eventful trip to WSK

After leaving the Dorint bar, an eventful trip to WSK. The floozies still there. Three of them, all very nice, in their blowsy floozie way. None of them would make it into a Rue d’Aerschot window, but for a dark porn kino all 3 of them were just right. Just what the doctor ordered. Christina the busty older German blonde. A Turkish-looking brunette with a ponytail. And Mongolian Anita. Anita one of these girls you meet in these places periodically—a star. Charismatic. Because of her I stayed rather too long. Now, here I am, back in the Café West End.vienna-5

I tell myself today I am NOT going to drink so I can go to a floozie and actually be able to FEEL something. But I know I cannot do it

I tell myself today I am NOT going to drink, so I can go to a floozie and actually be able to FEEL something. But I know I cannot do it. I wouldn’t know how else to fill my time except drinking. And anyway I cannot afford any more floozies on this trip, so let this be a day of drinking & eating & sleeping only. Maybe finally that nightcap in Empire.

 

149 Having a third Stella here in the Dome; I find I am already becoming increasingly excited at the thought my return to Fifth Avenue is growing ever closer

149 Having a third Stella here in the Dome; I find I am already becoming increasingly excited at the thought my return to Fifth Avenue is growing ever closer. This is why I travel. The beer goes down so much easier in the Rue d’Aerschot, and in Fifth Avenue, as I know I am right next to the half-naked floozies. How the proximity of a whore excites the blood of a man. A whole bar of them & whole road of them, even more so. So 205 already and still half my beer to finish here in the Dome. I am not behind yesterday at all, all of a sudden. Plus vite, monsieur, otherwise all the windows will be empty!