Jenny Hendrix and Louise Leeds and old vintage German films, magnificent. The Christoph Clark Mozart porn, absolute quality

Jenny Hendrix and Louise Leeds and old vintage German films, magnificent. The Christoph Clarke Mozart porn, absolute quality.
Listening to Smurfs Puppy song, and some euro In the Armys actually makes me long for —– and Sunset. Surely will be closed today. Can go out for just a COUPLE of drinks perhaps and check Romilly and Sunset Strip. Then Tuesday need to go to —– really, to get my diaries. Oh and Monday is supposed to be this mega-busty Vanessa at Greens. Sure I have been with her before and they weren’t that MASSIVE.
That girl I saw that one time in the  Roundtable was fantastic but five visits since then I have never seen her again. Forget about it for now.Secrets of Mozart (1992)
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A night in Brussels so good I can barely bring myself to think about it. I am in shock and rather frightened how good it was

A night in Brussels so good I can barely bring myself to think about it. I am in shock and rather frightened how good it was. A couple of fairly rubbish films in Cine Paris. A stunning bottle blonde with heavy make up in the Rue des C, Amanda I think. So tempted. Then the best collection of girls I have ever seen in Fifth Avenue. Inna grinning when she saw me, spectacularly sexy. Perrie Edwards blonde all in white now looked so appealing. The black bob East European in red glitter dress. And so many others. And Brazilian Diane—like a voluptuous Demi Lovato. Demi Lovato face with purple lipstick, tight red top over voluptuous bosoms, skin tight jeans over wonderfully voluptuous arse & thighs. Standing a few feet in front of me, dancing along with her Brazilian friend to Maitre Gims Bella. I could not resist, I felt drawn towards her like the moth to the flame. Then to Brussels Grill for what seemed like the most delicious steak I have ever had there. To Empire for one beer and I could barely finish it. Pretty girl on stage but I thought I’ll just wait to see the next girl and if it is NOT my Indian-Hungarian Jennifer then I’m going. Of course, up stepped Indian-Hungarian Jennifer. As always, quite possibly the most beautiful body I have ever seen on a strip stage. After she finished as usual she went around asking men if they wanted brief 5 euro lap dances in their seats and I prayed, prayed this time she would turn and come to me instead of deliberately ignoring me as she always does. She turned and with a big smile came to me. Finally my chance to ask for a private dance, 60 euros for 6 minutes. Yes. Topless only but touching allowed, I had her breasts in my hands, my mouth. Of course 60 euros is ridiculous for a private dance but I do not regret it, on the contrary, thank god I finally did it. If anyone is worth it she is. After that, I still was unable to finish my beer so stumbled back to the hotel in a complete daze. What happened tonight? And oh god, how on earth can I save money and rebuild my finances now, when I want to come back to Brussels at the earliest opportunity and repeatedly again.> on December 15, 2014 in Washington, DC.

Starting to feel hungry for Sunset Strip as xmas gets nearer. Especially after that Nick Cave video with that Ima Doll and girl who looks like black bob

Starting to feel hungry for Sunset Strip, as xmas gets nearer. Especially after that Nick Cave video with that Ima Doll and girl who looks like black bob. Wouldn’t mind even seeing — again. Surprised to see my asiatic girl on way home. Even more surprised she didn’t have her head in her phone when we got off at ——, and she did NOT hang back to make me go through barriers first. I do find her sexy. Thought about her most enjoyably in the bath.

My first beer in the Max Hotel—the machine took my 2 euros and gave me no beer

My first beer in the Max Hotel—the machine took my 2 euros and gave me no beer, though the manager quickly got the beer for me. 6pm, the light just starting to fail. The Eurolines coach was going to Amsterdam—if I’d known that I’d not have taken it; absolutely packed; only about 5% of the people getting off at Brussels. Still, so excited was I to be travelling again it felt quite painless; a nice blonde lady next to me; no trouble. 24 hours since I last ate a proper meal. I will wait till I’m on the way back to the hotel later. Saturday night in Brussels; might as well check out Cine Paris on the way back from Fifth Avenue—they don’t close till after 10, and I cannot believe I will be in 5th for long. And going in Cine Paris will kill time and delay my arrival in Empire—yes, still ending up in Empire for my “nightcap”, however much I decry a “topless only” strip club where small beers are 10 euros each. But most of all I just want to relax, and to drink & drink & drink, and eat & eat & eat. Anything else I will take as an unexpected bonus.

If I have spent from January 2015 to August 2016 an average of £735 a MONTH on travel

If I have spent from January 2015 to August 2016 an average of £735 a MONTH on travel, plus this year an average of £410 a MONTH in stripclubs, that is a potential £1,145 a month I can save and therefore reduce my debt by. Christ, then that becomes JUST 20 months to reduce my debt to NOTHING! I am so excited about what IS possible if I stop my reckless wanton mad spending now. I HAVE to get my debt down now. After Xmas in Vienna, that is it for me. Months till I travel again. If my debt does show great improvement, then I can treat myself to an occasional quick trip over to Brussels only. That is it.

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What an amazing experience with Adelina in Manhattan and with Lucy in 5th and with Amanda in WSK

What an amazing experience with Adelina in Manhattan, and with Lucy in 5th, and with Amanda in WSK, and with Manuela in Burggasse Peep. And of course THIS is why I travel. And why I always will. But amazing new revenue source I have discovered, I can have an extra £410 a month for reducing my credit card debts, or for travelling, by NOT going to strip clubs anymore! It is a Eureka moment. I mean obvious, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping. Like it was obvious I had to stop drinking coke, but I had to come to a point where I was capable of stopping.

Giving up strippers means I can keep travelling

Giving up strippers means I can keep travelling. The incredible thing is giving up strippers (and reduction of credit card debt accordingly) almost allows me to have my own flat AND keep travelling. That is how much no more strip clubs would save me. Yes, my life is to be lived in permanent condition of travel; to be held always in suspension like piece of silt in a river. To Vienna, to Brussels, always.