1105 the Cine Paris shutters were still closed so I came back for a McDonald’s instead, and sat in the McDonald’s eating it. Absolutely gorgeous brunette ponytail girl serving me, her heavy bosoms (Moroccan perhaps) straining so hard against the tight green McDonald’s top, and beautiful curvy bottom straining against her black jeans. Better than anything I would see in the porn cinema. Oh Brussels. I am under your spell, and defenceless. Hardly worth going to Cine Paris now even if it’s open; so back to the Max lounge for one last Jupiler (1,10). More than ever, I love this city. Even after all these years I realise now I have only just scratched the surface of the pleasures it could offer me. And there was I just 24 hours ago with all sincerity saying NO MORE TRAVELLING. Well, I’m fucked now. Brussels has me in its thrall more than ever before. My whole life now revolves around getting back to Brussels as often as I can.
I don’t know why every time I come to the Max, at this time every morning the lounge is filled with a large family/group of SPANISH people who sit at the table with the free croissants and scoff the lot between themselves before disappearing back to their rooms. Always Spaniards. It cannot be the SAME ones, unless they live here, so must just be a coincidence?? No one else gets a chance with these croissants. By the time anyone else gets there all that’s left is crumbs. They must be on a really tight budget if they’re so determined to have the free croissants for their breakfast. 10AM. Check out in one hour, leave my bag in locker and spend one hour in Cine Paris perhaps.
Finally this year has caught fire—I’ve been coming to Brussels all year, why did I never feel excited like this before? Just wasn’t in the right mood, it wasn’t the right time perhaps. Now I am ready, 2017 could be extraordinary. After finally breaking the ice with Inna, thank god, this year, now I have finally broken the ice with Jennifer in Empire. I didn’t hang about with Brazilian Diane at all; I struck while my iron was hot for once.
I could have stayed in bed till just before 11 check out (then 1250 Eurostar) but that is boring. Let me have a last little session in Cine Paris before the taxi back to Midi. I managed to spend 380 in total yesterday, might as well finish off this last 65 in my pocket. Amazing to think of all that money I spent getting all the way to Munich and all the way to Vienna, then all the way back to Frankfurt, then all the way back to Brussels—I could have kept all that just to spend in Brussels; with the amazing girls of Fifth Avenue, Rue des C and Rue d’Aerschot. I am never travelling anywhere again except Brussels.