With my usual madness after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it I’m pleased to say

With my usual madness, after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it, I’m pleased to say. Then, incredibly, I decided to go straight back out again! It was after 10pm now and I thought I’d catch the end of the Cine Paris show, and to my amazement the films really turned me on. I say to my amazement, but actually these late night returns when I’m feeling woozy and half asleep usually are the sexiest. I’m in no hurry to rush anywhere else, so I can just sink down in the dark and enjoy the films, half-dozing. When the lights came on and the manager turned me out, I “adjusted my dress” and headed down to Empire and amazingly the girls really turned me on. Yes, it is a travesty, a strip club where the girls don’t take their knickers off (even in private dance) but with their skimpy knickers they look naked enough and I found I enjoyed the show a lot. I think —————– put me in such an energised mood I was able to enjoy everything. Or maybe it was just being back in Brussels after disappointing trips to Vienna and Berlin, making me realise I should enjoy Brussels, as the grass is not greener on the other (German & Austrian) side. And I have to say that Indian-Hungarian Jennifer is one of the sexiest strippers I have ever seen in my life, topless only or not. She has the most incredible figure. Unfortunately all the girls seem to avoid asking me if I want a 5 euro dance at my chair after stepping off stage; perhaps because of too many refusals in the past, which was incredibly frustrating because I was in the mood to splash my cash on them for a change. The only girls who asked me were the ones I didn’t fancy, the 2 or 3 I did fancy asked the men to my left and to my right and steadfastly ignored ME! So frustrating!

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Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but as I expected more expensive!

Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but, as I expected, more expensive! Everything is extra [turns out when I got the bill it wasn’t, even though I am sure the menu says it is]. Salad that comes with the steak in Brussels Grill is an extra cost here. As is the sauce. But—the waitress is absolutely gorgeous. Curvy voluptuous young brunette. 10/10. What to say. Brussels. The England result cheered me so much, so I was in a positive mood. Cine Paris was OK. Not great, but not bad. Just pleased to see it is still there, despite rumours of its imminent demise. Then the street girls were pretty fantastic—my old “friend” Beatris, with cleavage spilling everywhere, her colleague on the other side of the road, similarly; my old friend black Bridget massive breasts bulging on next corner; 5th Avenue was poor, I’m afraid, though it felt good to be back there. NO stars left—Andrea left long ago, Lucy came & went so quickly, and now even Inna gone. One blonde girl, just going to a room with someone, was interesting, but that was it. Window girls, post-6pm, nothing special. So nothing special at all, but enough to keep me trying.

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716pm. I came back to sleep after my Brussels Grill steak but couldn’t sleep

716pm. I came back to sleep after my Brussels Grill steak but couldn’t sleep, so I’m up again and drinking another Jupiler. I want to see another naked woman tonight. Zinip has given me the taste for it. Beatrice? Brigit? Inna? Or just make do with the topless Empire girls. They should be open in 90 minutes or so.

There must be a reason why I never want to walk up to Gare du Nord

There must be a reason why I never want to walk up to Gare du Nord—even though it is probably a shorter distance to Gare du Nord than to Fifth Avenue. And I think my sub-conscious tells me I really do not feel comfortable in the Rue d’Aerschot—even though the sexiest, most beautiful girls are to be found in the Rue d’Aerschot. My sub-conscious always directs me to where I feel MOST COMFORTABLE. In Vienna, that means Manhattan—because it is opposite my hotel probably. If I stayed at a hotel opposite Angelique no doubt I would be in Angelique every single night and would not feel comfortable in Manhattan. If I’m going to have sex, I really don’t want to have to walk far, before, but especially afterwards, when I’m shattered, and emotional. In Brussels, Fifth Avenue and Rue des Commercants, even though the quality of girls in these two places is so much less than at the Rue d’Aerschot. My sub-conscious is my river deep underground, my underground Nile, which directs me towards my true desires. So, I did not go to Rue d’Aerschot today after all—and always at back of my mind, Empire and Manuela. 1749. In Brussels Grill. Felt like a Brussels Grill steak and fancy a Domino’s Pizza back with me to follow. Indigestion heaven. No bread this time at Brussels Grill? Food, food, food, all I think about is food. No Inna at Fifth Avenue after 5pm. Monday night—unbelievably—busy like a Friday night. Party night. Packed with men. Celebrating the end of the weekend.

Earlier I had popped into Cine Paris but it was still the same films as the previous 3 days and I was now thoroughly sick of them

Earlier I had popped into Cine Paris but it was still the same films as the previous 3 days and I was now thoroughly sick of them, so went to Brussels Grill for a customarily gorgeous steak. Carried on to Gare du Nord for the good kabins of Sexyworld (even though my two favourite videos are now missing from the list), walked along the windows, had a beer in Fiesta, another one in Café des Taxis. The window girls of Rue d’Aerschot are really extraordinary—so unbelievably beautiful for such tawdry settings. So many 9 or 10 out of 10 girls, it is ridiculous. So much higher quality than most of the girls you see in Fifth Avenue or le Coin or the Rue des Commercants. I really should spend more time here, but the comfort of sitting in a nice warm bar like Fifth Avenue is hard to resist. At least 3 or 4 very tempting girls in the windows, but I was determined to go to Inna so returned to Fifth which, as I said, was a waste of time. Should have stayed at the Rue d’Aerschot and done something there, and Inna’s time will come when the moment is right, rather than trying to force it. So drank too much, ate too much, terrible indigestion, just want to stay in my big white bed Saturday night.

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