The girls in the Rue d’Aerschot are stunning—all of them 8 or 9 out of 10

The girls in the Rue d’Aerschot are stunning—all of them 8 or 9 out of 10. Cassandra the very big brunette in the very last window the pick of them. Once again I did not partake, in too much of a hurry (after one small beer in the Dream Bar—gorgeous brunette barmaid in pink sweater showing her midriff) to get back to Fifth. Maria already there, I hung around waiting for some of the other stars I saw last night but in the end I had to give up, back to Brussels Grill for a fantastic steak. So a low-key trip to Brussels. Glad to see Ciné Paris and Fifth Avenue still existing at least and the windows of Rue d’Aerschot.

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I tried for an early evening/late afternoon Fifth but it did not work: by 530pm almost sleepwalking

I tried for an early evening/late afternoon Fifth but it did not work: by 530pm almost sleepwalking, and I had to leave for Domino’s Pizza—but packed—so Brussels Grill instead. Rue d’Aerschot—every girl 8 or 9 out of 10. Cassandra the very big brunette in the last window. But not for me. Back to Fifth—briefly Maria, but no one else. And by 6 I can wait no more. This is my Brussels swansong. Straight after this Brussels Grill steak I will go BACK for a Domino’s pizza.

I read so many comments online saying “Brussels is a shithole”—often from people who have never set foot there; but I beg to differ

I read so many comments online saying “Brussels is a shithole”—often from people who have never set foot there; but I beg to differ. It has problems of course, some very dangerous problems, but which major city does not? However, it is a most beautiful, most charming, and most walkable city. Being so small (compared to London) every street has some amazing historical heritage in it. Verlaine and Rimbaud stayed here, around the corner Baudelaire stayed, around the corner Victor Hugo stayed, around the corner Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels wrote the Communist Manifesto, around the corner Charlotte Bronte stayed, around the corner Byron stayed. I do love this place.

Just cracked open my first Jupiler of the day

Just cracked open my first Jupiler of the day. No hurry today, stroll up to Gare du Nord when ready, timing it so I can get back to Fifth for an early afternoon extending into start of evening session, then back via Domino’s Pizza or Brussels Grill steak to hotel to pass out. Perhaps end my trip with a late night Ciné Paris.

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So yes, Le Coin was poor, Empire was poor, Fifth Avenue pretty poor, Ciné Paris OK

So yes, Le Coin was poor, Empire was poor, Fifth Avenue pretty poor, Ciné Paris OK. But I look forward to getting to Fifth this Saturday at the sweet spot around 3pm—when I can see the girls who come in early when the place is quiet but also able to hang around for the evening shift girls to come in. I will warm up for it by a trip up to Gare du Nord.

I came back to the hotel after my Brussels Grill steak and lay down to sleep for a couple of hours if I could

I came back to the hotel after my Brussels Grill steak and lay down to sleep for a couple of hours if I could. Not sure I actually dropped off but was up again by 710pm to make my way back to Fifth Avenue. Sure enough there were FOUR new beauties I had not seen before—two slim brunettes very very pretty, a big black-bobbed BBW with spectacles who was the sexiest girl there and was straightaway taken upstairs by one man after another, and a very beautiful Moroccan girl who looked like —. However, I was in that deathly flat mood typical of drinking TWICE in one day. No matter how much I drank I could not get any high, just became increasingly sodden and tired. The Fifth Friday night atmosphere was wild, girls and customers dancing with each other in that small space, hard to get to the bar for a drink, music cacophonously loud, but I was so totally out of sync with it, so dead, flat, torpid. However sexy those four girls were, I knew I could do nothing in this mood, so left for Ciné Paris. The films were poor, but the one downstairs had a girl who looked so much like the Moroccan I’d just left in Fifth that it really did the job, and I enjoyed it immensely. Around 10pm I headed to Empire, two or three other customers, but the girls were mediocre. I lingered over my one 10-euro bottle of beer as long as I could hoping some star would take to the stage, but I could wait no longer and gave up. Back to my hotel to sleep, with a Bicky burger & chips from the snack bar, by 11pm. That was Friday night in Brussels.

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I stopped off in the beautiful Sablon church then pressed on in the rain but soon became enveloped in the maze of little streets and no longer knew where I was

I stopped off in the beautiful Sablon church then pressed on in the rain, but soon became enveloped in the maze of little streets and no longer knew where I was, completely lost my bearings and rapidly my mind. I was by now like a drowned rat. Eventually I had to ask a policeman and he directed me back in the direction I had just come from! Found my way to Le Coin quite quickly then but oh dear, the worst and oldest collection of girls I’d ever seen there. Last year I had seen the best collection I’d ever seen there; now it was the worst. I was in no mood for it anyway, after my hell trek across Brussels, so I left as fast as I could finish my beer. Passing back up through Place Rouppe where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time, while escorting him to Gare du Midi for Rimbaud to catch his train to Paris, leaving Verlaine behind (Midi was just south of Place Rouppe in those days). Finally taking shelter from the rain in Brussels Grill and the absolutely gorgeous Vjolca.

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