A MIND COMPLETELY BITTEN BY THE SERPENT OF SEX "You may think that the Grand Tour is about politics, & culture, & art, and you would be quite right; but it is also about gambling, and drinking, and sex. Particularly sex."
149 Having a third Stella here in the Dome; I find I am already becoming increasingly excited at the thought my return to Fifth Avenue is growing ever closer. This is why I travel. The beer goes down so much easier in the Rue d’Aerschot, and in Fifth Avenue, as I know I am right next to the half-naked floozies. How the proximity of a whore excites the blood of a man. A whole bar of them & whole road of them, even more so. So 205 already and still half my beer to finish here in the Dome. I am not behind yesterday at all, all of a sudden. Plus vite, monsieur, otherwise all the windows will be empty!
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.
What point going back to Berlin, when there is just Monte Carlo and Sissi? Compared to the glorious whores of Nuremberg wall? Because I never do anything in the wall/window environment and feel more comfortable in the little clubs where you can have a drink before doing something with them. And BEC made me so so turned on. I do wonder about trying the Kanthotel again. FOUR NIGHTS in May £48 a night if I book now. Not bad! Would be exciting to stay there again wouldn’t it, right next to Sissi and Monte Carlo and 77. ANDDDDD McDonald’s! Christ yes, I want it. What advantage is there in Berlin Plaza apart from cost? None, it is near nothing. When I had Mazurka and Ciro to enjoy it was a good halfway point. But without them so much better to be at Kantstraße. A return train from Brussels Monday afternoon to Berlin coming back Friday morning is just £63.76 ! Can you believe train to and from Berlin for just £63. Hotel just £48 a night. That is just £250 for 4 night stay in Berlin, hotel plus train (not including Eurostar).
Well, no Lotta & Sophia on this trip again. That was a once in a lifetime event. 1200 On my third beer of the day. Curious to see who is in Manhattan tonight; then Friday & Saturday I can check out Exzess and Angelique. Suppose I might as well check out Tete a Tete as it is so close (40 metres?). After three cheap days, Brussels day 1, Nuremberg day 2, Wien day 3, I expect day 4 will be a little more expensive; though I may save the big splurge for days 5 or 6. But I do feel happier in Vienna than in any other city (including home). Christ, yes, I want to go to the Brocken Mountain, and the Reichenbach Falls, and the Rubicon, and the Milvian Bridge, but the pull of the sleazy nightbars of Vienna and Berlin have a hold on me that will not let go. One day. One day. “The sight of a whore is profoundly thrilling to a man” said Flaubert, and I agree with him so very much. Even if 999 times out of a thousand I won’t do anything with them.
This is what I travel for. Great German porn, great German videokabins, those old Tittenalarm films and Katharina and her Wild Horses. This is what I travel for. Great porn and great big titted whores. Worth all the danger it puts me in. Can just as easily get blown up going through Piccadilly Circus or Charing Cross Station as I will in Brussels, or Vienna or on ICE from one place to the other.
So the whores in theory all stand in the main road and on corners of Chausée d’Anvers and Albert !! Laan, how can I never have spotted them? It is just north of Pelican basically. But the girls there have nowhere to take their customers so still have to cross the road to come back to the hotels in Rue des Commerçants! It is madness.