Second day in a row, Alcazar’s Crying at the Discotheque playing on the 5th Avenue jukebox—as well as the Sheila & Black Devotion track from 1979 I now realised it was based on. 2pm. Not much time before I leave my hotel at 245 maybe. 226 back in Brussels Grill. I cannot resist it. Too early for the best street girls. And 5th Avenue too just has the bigger, older girls at this time. Save it for my return.
The Sexyworld kabins were not as good as I hoped; still in good repair, which counts for a lot, but the selection of films not so good. My 2 favourite films gone now. And Paradise Peep Show seemed to be closed down completely. I never was a fan of that place to be honest, but still sad to see yet another place gone.
Now the voluptuous nubile girls of Brussels are really starting to show their faces (their buttocks). Amazing. They are ALL so curvy. Full, voluptuous thighs & buttocks. They eat well here, these girls; they do not starve themselves to look like stick insects. Bravo madames. Mes jeunes filles.
I actually wonder about NOT going home today and buying another Eurostar ticket for tomorrow morning. Failing that, after returning to work Saturday and Sunday, I could come back Monday morning for 2 nights, and go back home early Wednesday. Brussels has really floated my boat again, in a way Berlin obviously did not, and even Vienna did not really. No, Eurostar tomorrow would cost me 180 euros. 1230. 2½ hours to kill.
So no I don’t think I will ever go back to Berlin again, I’m sad to say (not for years anyway); and it will be a long time till I return to Vienna; but Nuremberg still interests me and Brussels has come back nicely to a bit of life. Pleased to see Cine Paris still open certainly, after many rumours of its imminent demise. It is amazing how I was able to keep going for so long yesterday; I had several cans of Jupiler large and small while watching the England game, then several Maes in Fifth Avenue, one more beer with my steak, followed by a pizza, but then I still went back out and had 3 more Maes in Empire; it was only really my rising feeling of indigestion and my pizza coming back up that made me leave when I did, 1am? Not even sure.