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.
Nothing matters to me except sexual pleasure, pornographic pleasure. I haven’t changed at all. All that has happened over the years is I have become more discerning and harder to please.
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. 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.
All I live for is pornography. It is the great pleasure, revitalising. It is thought of those great nights in videokabins and cinemas and nightbars and strip clubs that keeps me going.
All that matters is breasts, tits and arse. That is only thing that brings pleasure in life, nothing else matters. Concentrate on that.
The key is I want to get really really turned on in a place, slippy wet pre cum making my cock slippery, on the verge of orgasm, a steamy hothouse atmosphere; I felt like that in the Stage 2000 kabins and was so turned on and ready to f—k anybody, but did NOT feel like that in Cine Paris so felt dead in 5th. But if I had waited for the Dorcel hospital film it would have been better. Never felt it in Vienna so never even desired Jackie; different if WSK had some good films.