My life slowly eventually became pretty amazing. In a relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world, living with her for 3½ years

My life slowly, eventually, became pretty amazing. In a relationship with the most beautiful woman in the world, living with her for 3½ years. Now in the best job in the world you could imagine; my absolute dream job. Around that I travel to Europe several times a year for fantastic pornography and fantastic sex with the most mind-blowing beautiful sexy girls you can imagine. While writing and publishing my books, finally.
I should wear red t shirts more often, they look fantastic under a jumper. Especially on holiday.
Surely it is time for Hamburg at last. February would make sense, just before my DB pass expires (22 FEB). Should start booking some weekends off at least in London.
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Yes so the “northern route” to Berlin I think is over for me. I see no reason to ever go back there now Stuttgarter Platz’s golden age is over

Yes, so, the “northern route” to Berlin I think is over for me. I see no reason to ever go back there, now Stuttgarter Platz’s golden age is over. So the only route that remains is the “southern route”—Brussels to Munich to Vienna. Second beer gone. 925pm. I expect nothing from Intime or the Reves or the Livourne places, except real rip off expensive hostess bars, a fortune just to buy a girl a drink. Another reason why Fifth Avenue is so wonderful (despite the sad dearth of quality girls); if you want to buy a girl a drink it is normal prices, same for them as for you. Munich died for me when they put private dances up from 25 euros to 50 euros, whenever that happened. And it is funny how it is uniform across every club you go to—in every club it was 25, now in every club it’s 50. It is almost like the city government sets the price for private dances—is that the case? Part of the licencing stipulations (stripulations)? If one club was allowed to undercut the others they would do roaring trade but they do not. One can only presume they are not allowed to. A far cry from the glory days back in 2003, 2004, when Patricia let me get my man out and put some kitchen roll over her breasts to catch the result. Don’t think that kind of thing would happen now. The emasculation-sterilisation-castration of old male Europe continues. The human race will die out eventually; that is the end result of damming up men’s juices in this way. Kind of like where they burn books they will eventually burn people. Where they ban masturbation/pornography/stripclubs they will ban sex. Then the feminazis and the Islamists will be happy. For god’s sake Europe, stand up for your old Priapic rights! One fears it is too late, the tide is already irreversible.

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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.

Pornography raises me to such a heightened state of sublimity, sensitivity, that it raises the pleasure and enjoyment of everything that then follows it

Pornography raises me to such a heightened state of sublimity, sensitivity, that it raises the pleasure and enjoyment of everything that then follows it. It is also the best temporary cure for fatigue. The best cure for fear. That is why I compare it to opium or some other narcotic drug.