I was thinking to give Gascogne another try on this trip; expecting nothing, just out of masochism, and the fact it is right next to my hotel so easy place for a nightcap. At least Empire has a proper non-stop walkway strip show (topless only). At Gascogne the girls do a little twirl around a pole then come to you for tips; no, fuck off. But anyway, it is closed. Whether temporary for refurbishment of the building or permanently, I cannot say; there is plastic fencing around the building, and scaffolding so might just be refurbishment to stop the building from collapsing. Empire is free entry but 10 euros for small 25cl beers, whereas Gascogne is 20 euros entry with 2 free drinks, so it works out much the same. Empire has a real star in the shape of the Indian-Hungarian Jennifer though, the most fabulous figure you will ever see, and Gascogne as far as I know doesn’t.
The little people, the really really stupid insects, continue to be fascinated by me, obsessed by me. How I torment them. How I run rings around them. How my success tortures them. Oh how I yearn to be back in porn cinema, and videokabin, the smells & the sights & the sounds. It is where I am happiest, where my spirit soars highest. In dark of a strip club with young girl disrobing to pounding music. In brasserie à femme or night bar with half dressed floozies lounging boredly around smoking, not bothering me. Surrounded by butterflies who make no effort to approach me. This is heaven.
Just 11 days till I head to Brussels! With also one night in delicious Nuremberg! Stage 2000 kabins, before the window girls, Mecky Messer laufhaus, and Bella Napoli strippers. Cannot wait. And I am at work 10 out these next 11 days! Some good chance to save money before I go. Bank only +600 now after £—- paycheque, and pound in my pocket worth less than ever before, just 1.16 euros! But Brussels at least is cheap. Surely this time I can be rampant? Like a rutting stag? Don’t pull back from anything, go all out this time. Try a bit of everything, black Bridget in street, Indian Jennifer’s breasts in Empire, Aerschot window girls, everything. Nuremberg windows girls, Bella Napoli private dance. This year STILL hasn’t exploded. Still not caught fire. Still no high nights since end of last year with Lucy in 5th Avenue or Adelina in Vienna.
Looking back at my holiday all the memories are from the Thursday and Friday in Brussels. That tells me everything. Cine Paris was OK, came out with erection, that made the street girls more enticing, 5th Avenue poorer than ever with one exception, one amazing huge tit brunette Nicola in the Aerschot windows, some kabin films not great but OK, Cine Paris better later, Empire girls actually turned me on as well. Can’t wait to get back now. Depends on the Eurostar tickets. Oh but I just felt so relaxed to be back in Brussels again. To doze in Cine Paris before closing–BEFORE IT SHUTS DOWN FOREVER. To lazily watch the strippers after midnight. To enjoy the amazing window girls. The kabins. 5th Avenue for one maybe. The street girls. Big tit black Bridget. Cannot wait to get back already.
So no miracle in Brussels but a very revelatory day, and a very enjoyable one. My faith in Brussels restored I cannot wait to come back at the first opportunity. There were some great looking street girls again, I really enjoyed Cine Paris and I even think Empire is a great place to end every night after all. After midnight it starts to get really busy (at least 10 customers, which makes it seem busy). If Jennifer had not totally blanked me I was all set to spend a fortune taking her for a private dance even; no doubt, she couldn’t care less. She charges more than the other girls, but really doesn’t seem to like me! Because I never spend money probably. Now, 1130am in the hotel lounge, 3 hours to kill till I make my way back to Midi for my 352pm Eurostar home.
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!
Blackeyed Peas Shut Up on Berlin Energy radio now. How evocative that is of the Munich golden age–Patricia, Bella Rosa, Irina, Susi, Viktoriya. Amazing days when private dances were just 25 euros and you could get a handjob into the bargain. 50 euros for a private dance now? Ludicrous.