Powered by SMUT. Wrap myself in all my smutty memories from the past, Munich separée with Patricia, Bella Rosa, Irina, Emily, Vienna Pour Platin, Berlin Mon Cheri, WSK Amanda etc etc etc. Wrap these smutty memories around me like black hair around my cock.
Blackeyed Peas Shut Up on Berlin Energy radio now. How evocative that is of the Munich golden age–Patricia, Bella Rosa, Irina, Susi, Viktoriya. Amazing days when private dances were just 25 euros and you could get a handjob into the bargain. 50 euros for a private dance now? Ludicrous.
Berlin thank god this time I’m staying in the Kanthotel close to Monte Carlo, Sissi, 77 and BEC. In future on the way to Vienna I wonder about staying in Munich and getting short train to Nuremberg for my jollies, back late to Munich hotel so I can get train to Vienna from there next morning. Getting ON trains at Nuremberg was too stressful. But should try Frankfurt next time, but that is a long way off now. December maybe.
Berg 5 Altenberg Songs, Salamati, Udo & Jenny Jurgens. Lily Wood, Chakachas. Belgium, Germany and Austria feel like home to me now, I have been here so many times, and had just about all of the highest nights of my life here. London is just the place I work. Since the closure of Carnival Strip 1997, Astral Cinema 1998, Sunset Cinema 2009, Soho Cinema 2013, and then finally the Flying Scotsman 2015, this is certainly true. Berlin feels less of a home since the closure of Mon Cheri etc. Brussels feels less of a home since the closure of Cine ABC, and California. Vienna feels less of a home since the closure of Pour Platin (2010) and loss of floozies from Fortuna Kino (2015). Munich feels less of a home since private dances went up to a ridiculous 50 euros.
The nights I had in Hanky Panky with Yulia! In Mon Cheri with Riccarda! In Golden Gate with Iga! With Olga & Alla in Mazurka! In Fifth Avenue with Julia, Andrea, Lucy!! In Munich with Emily and Patricia. In Vienna Fortuna blonde, Amanda WSK, Jackie WSK, Adelina Manhattan! —– in —— wanted me, let me touch her breasts, rub her with my erection. ——- wanted me.
My god 12th anniversary of Patricia in the Munich separee. TWELVE YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!!!???? How is this possible.
Turns out there is another stop before Munich Hauptbahnhof—Munich Passing, 21 minutes away from there now. Everything is so perfect at work, I am just waiting for the blow to fall and it all to go wrong. If I have to wait a while for my next train from Munich I can at least enjoy the kabins of Sexyland. I’ll be glad when I’m on the train to Wörgl and the last lap of my journey will nearly be at hand.