Things I’ve learned from this trip: 1. Never go on a long train journey across Europe in summer. The heat and often lack of effective AC on the trains make it too horrible. Stick to Brussels in Summer. 2. I won’t bother with Nuremberg again. There were AMAZING girls in Frauentormauer, but if I did nothing this time then I never will so no point. 3. I finally broke the ice with Inna, and that is such a relief. Like an Albanian Maria Schneider; an Albanian Selena Gomez.
A new development yesterday—there was a floozie in Cine Paris going round the men in the dark (and it is really, really dark in there) offering her services—50 euros for suck & f–k. I had passed her in the lobby earlier and presumed her to be the cleaning lady. During the night, a new custom of my stays in Brussels now, The Big Sleep dubbed into French on TV. Has there ever been anything finer on a cinema screen than
Dirk Bogarde Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall together? Even if I cannot understand what they are saying. 1118 and on my second beer of the day.
A bit more clouded over today; quite cool out there as I went out for my Red Bull; and steady rain predicted for this evening at least. I need to get some shoes, pop into Café du Dome, head back to Rue d’Aerschot and try the kino inside Sexyworld this time, check windows again, back to Fifth Avenue for a final time, then maybe a Brussels Grill steak to finish my day and my stay. I kept going well yesterday—after all day drinking, I finished with a huge Domino’s Pizza all to myself which usually knocks me out completely, but instead finishing the pizza I just headed straight back out again, back to Cine Paris, back to Fifth Avenue, back to Cine Paris up until closing time, then to Empire. Well done.
So I finally burnt a big hole in my money. Cine Paris, Café Jimmy, Fifth Avenue (twice), Sexyworld kabins, Rue d’Aerschot, Fiesta Café, Domino’s Pizza (large!), and Empire to finish. I take back a lot of what I said yesterday. The Cine Paris films must have changed Tuesday or Wednesday, and these ones were much better. I in fact went in FOUR times yesterday. The street girls had some promise—two petite curvy black haired Bulgarians outside Jimmy, who could be sisters, are quite cute. There was a Colombian outside Europe 2000 hotel who really tempted me. And Fifth Avenue has a blonde girl who looks the splitting image of Perrie from Little Mix, and a black-bobbed girl who is all right. Inna was not there yesterday. And in Rue d’Aerschot I found Marianna, like Nicole Sherzinger but with huge bosoms. The kabin films, however, were poor. The machines are in good working order but the selection of films gets worse every time I go. In Empire to finish the night, Sonia was there but as usual eluded me—stepping off stage and going straight into private dance with someone. Though at 60 euros for a private dance (maybe she charges more) and 10 euros for each 25cl beer, maybe it is better if she does elude me. Don’t think I will go back.