So Wednesday night after my return from Nuremberg, it was so late by the time I left the hotel I headed straight to Fifth Avenue. Inna behind the bar pulling beers. Then later by the urinals. She was sweet, and simpatico, tactile, so I think she must have a good feeling towards me since our encounter; I myself, as I said, have no memory of it. Later, as she returned behind the bar, she touched my arm with her hand; another good sign. She is the ONLY girl there now of any interest. It is sad. Fifth Avenue now IS Inna. Back in my first discovery of the place there would always be 4 or 5 alternatives. Now just her. Really sad. I think the terrorism has scared off so many quality girls. Inna went to the room quite soon with another man, so I left at that point and headed down to Ciné Paris. The doors were open but the lady was hoovering and the cinema lights were on, and the show had already finished. It was only just after 10pm. Down to Empire but no girls of any interest—no Manuela, no Sonia that means—so I left after 1 beer. So another cheap day in Brussels. In Nuremberg the kabins were closed so I just had 3 beers in Bella Napoli and that was it. In Brussels just the beers in Fifth Avenue, but Ciné Paris was closed, so two very cheap nights. Still 225 euros in my pocket for Thursday and Friday.