Happy birthday to myself. The usual horrific Flixbus journey to get me home. Don’t even want to talk about it. My last day in Brussels—an hour or so in Ciné Paris, good Marc Dorcel upstairs—schoolgirls Orgy for Lucy with Tiffany Doll, then to Fifth. Sophia was there but two men took her up to the room one after the other, and I could not wait any longer. Domino’s Pizza then bed. Up early for the 705AM coach journey home. As always, the overwhelming thought—I should have spent more time in Ciné Paris.
The Stripper 