Yes, so, the “northern route” to Berlin I think is over for me. I see no reason to ever go back there, now Stuttgarter Platz’s golden age is over. So the only route that remains is the “southern route”—Brussels to Munich to Vienna. Second beer gone. 925pm. I expect nothing from Intime or the Reves or the Livourne places, except real rip off expensive hostess bars, a fortune just to buy a girl a drink. Another reason why Fifth Avenue is so wonderful (despite the sad dearth of quality girls); if you want to buy a girl a drink it is normal prices, same for them as for you. Munich died for me when they put private dances up from 25 euros to 50 euros, whenever that happened. And it is funny how it is uniform across every club you go to—in every club it was 25, now in every club it’s 50. It is almost like the city government sets the price for private dances—is that the case? Part of the licencing stipulations (stripulations)? If one club was allowed to undercut the others they would do roaring trade but they do not. One can only presume they are not allowed to. A far cry from the glory days back in 2003, 2004, when Patricia let me get my man out and put some kitchen roll over her breasts to catch the result. Don’t think that kind of thing would happen now. The emasculation-sterilisation-castration of old male Europe continues. The human race will die out eventually; that is the end result of damming up men’s juices in this way. Kind of like where they burn books they will eventually burn people. Where they ban masturbation/pornography/stripclubs they will ban sex. Then the feminazis and the Islamists will be happy. For god’s sake Europe, stand up for your old Priapic rights! One fears it is too late, the tide is already irreversible.
Back in 2003-2004, Berlin was an erotic paradise for me. Already it has almost all gone. 90% of Stutti shut down & reopened as respectable cafes, bars and businesses, the 3 clubs in Lietzenburger Straße all gone as well. In Brussels already lost Cine ABC, California Peep Show, Paradise Peep Show. In Vienna Pour Platin and Fortuna Kino.
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??