“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.

Soho is dead now for me of course; as is Berlin. As is Munich. Just Brussels and Vienna left

Soho is dead now for me, of course; as is Berlin. As is Munich. Just Brussels and Vienna left. Brussels once a month and Vienna twice a year perhaps. I’ve learnt getting the Megabus to Brussels IS a viable and not TOO painful option (for just £20 or so!); but no way would I get the coach back—waiting in the freezing cold outside Gare du Nord station at 1am for a bus that may never be turning up, and if it does no idea if it is full up with screaming teenagers or football hooligans.

Like Soho has dried up Berlin has completely dried up. Christ in Soho I had my Italian magazines shop

Like Soho has dried up, Berlin has completely dried up. Christ in Soho I had my Italian magazines shop, you had doorways, clip-joints with floozies standing in their stockings and skimpy clothes. You had Sunset Strip, Carnival, Boulevard Strip, Astral Cinema, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema. Models flats everywhere in every street. Now all the porn cinemas are gone, and just one strip club left, Sunset Strip. Berlin has seen the same drying up of the erotic places. I went to Berlin after Soho dried up, but now Berlin has dried up too. 0336 Tuesday morning.

A dark windy day about to rain used to be perfect for going to London and Soho. But no longer ANYTHING to go for

A dark windy day, about to rain, used to be perfect for going to London and Soho. But no longer ANYTHING to go for. Italian magazine shop gone, Carnival gone, Sunset Cinema gone, Astral Cinema gone, Soho cinema, gone, only Sunset Strip left and that is absolutely dire these days, same 8 girls every single day. Only go to London on the blazing hot days now, for the ogling and bouncing boobs and buttocks.

Another day in I am fine with that. Rainy tomorrow I can go out then. There is nowhere to go in Soho late anymore

Another day in I am fine with that. Rainy tomorrow I can go out then. There is nowhere to go in Soho late anymore, no Soho Cinema, no Sunset Cinema, no Astral Cinema. Would like to check Candy and Renata after 10pm at Greens but too late. Nowhere to hang around till then. ——–??? Anyway let me try to do lots of work in my room today. Then see later.

I crave the permanent sexual stimulation of being in BEC Berlin, or Caribic kabins Nuremberg. Or Cine Paris? Brussels

I crave the permanent sexual stimulation of being in BEC Berlin, or Caribic kabins Nuremberg. Or Cine Paris? Brussels. Or watching the girls bounce past window of Molly Moggs or Montagu Puke in London before going round corner to Tina or Zara to let it out. Last high nights I had were with Adelina in Vienna and Lucy in Brussels at end of 20–. Really nothing at all this year and we are nearly in June already. The dirty bombs will start being exploded soon enough, in London and elsewhere, so need to do as many dirty things now as I can.

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