Stuttgarter Platz has been reduced to 10% of what it was if you want to talk of quantity of clubs

Stuttgarter Platz has been reduced to 10% of what it was, if you want to talk of quantity of clubs. But if you want to factor in the QUALITY of the remaining floozies, just 1% of what it was—back in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006. Thus the ice retreats, further and further. Climate change irreversible—just a question of WHEN all the ice will gone, not IF it will happen. You mark my words, not only whores and porn cinemas, but one day in our lifetime even pornography will be banned, even masturbation will be banned. Anyone possessing an old black & white photo of a naked woman will be hunted down and ostracised like a pariah. Thus the emasculation, castration (Islamisation?) of Europe runs out of control. 102 already. The atmosphere today in Brussels so much lighter and more at ease than my last visit—in the immediate aftermath of the bombings. The grief and fear was thick in the air back then. Lighter now, soldiers still patrolling in twos all around Midi Station. A reassuring sight; whether they make much of a difference or not, a reassuring sight.
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LIVE IN SMUT. Bouncy breasts, tight leggings over curvy bottoms. Porn cinemas, videokabins. Handjobs in sex kinos in Berlin

LIVE IN SMUT. Bouncy breasts, tight leggings over curvy bottoms. Porn cinemas, videokabins. Handjobs in sex kinos in Berlin. Nothing else matters. Smutty thoughts always, masturbating always. Descend deep into it away from reality.

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Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this

Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this. I wish I owned my own porn cinema. It would be the best porn cinema in the world. There would be ferns, & music playing everywhere, some places all violin music, some places all old psycho funk 1970s music, old blues 1920s music. In another room a stage with fully nude striptease. My dreams in life are all of a pornographic Priapic nature. That is my pilot light. That is the Nile deep underground inside me. My hinterland is all my erotic memories.

I am not a bad person

I am not a bad person, but the only world I feel comfortable in is the world of strip clubs, and brothels, and porn cinemas. The only time I feel at ease, and relaxed, and where I am meant to be; the only time my soul really soars. This precludes me from all normal “healthy” relationships; I feel suffocated, and imprisoned in them. My true nature just becomes ever stronger as I get older; it does not go away; on the contrary, it becomes more insistent; more strident; more unwilling to compromise. There are so many beautiful young women in the world and I want to enjoy as many of them as I can for as long as I can—given I have already lost in London: Carnival Strip, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema, Boulevard Strip, Peep Show (all of them), Pleasure Lounge; in Berlin: almost ALL of Stuttgarter Platz; in Vienna, Pour Platin and Fortuna Kino; in Brussels California Kabins and Cine ABC; as well as other places I lost before I even knew they existed—the knocking shop right outside the door of Gare du Midi Brussels; the Martin Luther Strasse sex kino in Berlin. Serious ill-health or terrorism or random accident can strike me down at any moment, so I must live every moment as if it is my last. I do not want to die financially healthy with no fantastic memories; I would rather die in extreme debt but with the most fantastic collection of dirty memories, dirty experiences.

I can’t write Vienna off until I have been to the two best porn kinos

I can’t write Vienna off until I have been to the two best porn kinos, because porn kinos are the glory of Vienna for me. Just the memory of those 4 so sexy girls in Brussels on Wednesday night is overshadowing everything. I will have to work hard and be lucky in Vienna to find anything to compete with them. So, another beer. Strength, adventurer! Courage!