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
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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!

 

I have had an amazing life—for the first 30 years it is true I did live like a rabbit in a hutch but only after that did I start to bloom & blossom

I have had an amazing life—for the first 30 years it is true I did live like a rabbit in a hutch, but only after that did I start to bloom & blossom and live like a normal human being; and I felt the need to make up for lost time. After all those years of sexual repression, the dam burst and après that, le deluge indeed. So many beautiful girls in Brussels. Really casually stunning. Not “beach body ready” in that rather stupid phrase, but just curvy, cuddly, totally sexy. But my life HAS, belatedly, been amazing. When I think of the stunning girls (floozies, 90% of them) I have slept with, it is absolutely mindblowing. 100 or more of the most beautiful women you have ever seen in your life, and I have —— them, for very little money. What a life, of sexual adventure (and misadventure).

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“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

“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.

Christ what a magnificent life I have had. All the magnificent floozies I have f–ked, groped, ogled

Christ what a magnificent life I have had. All the magnificent floozies I have f–ked, groped, ogled. The Irinas, Patricias, Bella Rosas, Viktoriyas, Emilys, Riccardas in those magnificent Berlin rooms, Iga, Diana, the Monte Carlo kino girls, the Vienna WSK and Fortuna girls, and Pour Platin and Manhattan, the Brussels girls, Lucy, Inna, Julia, Andrea. The magnificent hours, days in the great porn cinemas. the magnificent slow stroking back and forth.

Yes Fifth Avenue is poor but better just to see it as a stopping off point on the way to Rue d’Aerschot where you are guaranteed to find at least one girl you fancy

Yes Fifth Avenue is poor but better just to see it as a stopping off point on the way to Rue d’Aerschot where you are guaranteed to find at least one girl you fancy. As always I have my Stations of the Cross. I had it in Soho back in the 1990s fin-de-siecle, had it in Berlin during the Mon Cheri/Stutti golden age, and I have it now in Brussels. Start with Jupiler in the hotel, then a brief stop in Cine Paris, then one in Café Jimmy, then walk along the street girls to Fifth Avenue. Only then can I head up to Rue d’Aerschot. Perhaps a Brussels Grill or Domino’s Pizza on the way back. Later that night if I wake up in time, a last visit to Cine Paris.