I used to call it the Kunthotel, in Kuntstraße. I was so uninspired and unaroused this time it never even crossed my mind. In those days the glorious floozies of Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Sissi and Monte Carlo took me to erotic highs I had never known before in my life. Those days are long gone.
The Kanthotel no longer has minibars, but you can collect ice cold bottles of beer (or draught beer) from the reception so that’s OK. The staff now all wear uniforms; last time I stayed that sexy receptionist was always in tight fluffy sweaters of different colours. Figure-hugging. So yes, lovely to be so close to Monte Carlo and Sissi Bar but how lonely and out of place they now look, surrounded by “respectable” businesses. They LOOKED like an anachronism. 12 midday on my first beer of the day. Cold, but sunny outside. Hopefully it will be raining before I go out. Well, I take it back, a new blonde receptionist in a black lace top.
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.
Black hair, dark skin, khaki big shirt, blue denim shorts, black DMs, amazing thighs, sexy little pocket sex bomb, in Whistlestop Charing Cross. Amazing. 10 out of 10. If I could find one like that in Berlin or Brussels. How fantastic I am staying in the heart of Stuttgarter Platz again this time. And lovely hot steamy evenings. Developments at work have deeply thrilled me. My work life has never felt better than it does right now.
Arrival in Berlin Monday night, straight to bar then Stuttgarter Platz—oh, I just remembered! I am STAYING next to Stuttgarter Platz! Tuesday I can go to the Bowie apartment and café and then walk to King George from there, as it is just around the corner! Wednesday I can go the Hitler bunker area and maybe Alte National Gallery. Next morning the 656am train back to Brussels to enjoy Thursday afternoon in Cine Paris, 5th Avenue and finish in Gare du Nord. Friday the 356pm Eurostar allows a final trip to Cine Paris, or maybe down early to Midi, to finish in Le Coin??
So many places I have had great sexual pleasures, the highest nights of my life, have gone, Carnival Strip in London, Boulevard Strip in London, Pleasure Lounge in London (oh K—-), Sunset Cinema in London, Astral Cinema in London, the Soho Cinema in London; Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Mazurka in Berlin, Pour Platin in Vienna, California Peep Show in Brussels, Cine ABC in Brussels, Fortuna Kino in Vienna (no more floozies at least). Flying Scotsman in London. Rumour reaches me that Cine Paris in Brussels will be closing soon, hopefully not true.
Berlin thank god this time I’m staying in the Kanthotel close to Monte Carlo, Sissi, 77 and BEC. In future on the way to Vienna I wonder about staying in Munich and getting short train to Nuremberg for my jollies, back late to Munich hotel so I can get train to Vienna from there next morning. Getting ON trains at Nuremberg was too stressful. But should try Frankfurt next time, but that is a long way off now. December maybe.