The Hotel Manhattan was the oldest shabbiest hotel I have stayed in for many many years

The Hotel Manhattan was the oldest, shabbiest hotel I have stayed in for many, many years; perhaps ever. I was forced there last night as the Max was fully booked. Now here I am back in the Max, 1115AM, back where I belong. On my first beer of the day, which I think is a mistake, as it is far too early. I shall return soon to my room and go back to bed to work on my books for a while. So—the journey. The coach journey from Victoria was quite the most pleasant coach journey to Brussels I have ever had; and the best driver. He kept us fully informed at all stages of the journey—a great improvement on the retard Flixbus driver I endured last time. This one I booked through National Express but the coach itself was operated by OuiBus, and in fact at our arrival in Brussels the driver said “thank you travelling with us, on behalf of OuiBus and BlaBlaBla”. It is a tangled web. We were ahead of schedule as well—arriving at Midi around 440PM rather than the predicted 530. As soon as we set off from Victoria, I thought “Wow! This is actually OK! Cheap coach journeys to Brussels can become my regular method of travel!” The coach home, however, leaves at a painful 730AM, so we will see how I cope with that, and that is Flixbus again, ominously.

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Two large Jupilers, two small—already no point returning to Le Coin before going home

Two large Jupilers, two small—already no point returning to Le Coin before going home. Ciné Paris only then. But presuming they open at 12, still 1155 is too early. Wish I could stay in Brussels forever. Memories of this short trip? How ugly I looked Thursday night. Christy at Le Coin. How many very sexy girls there were at Fifth Friday night. Not bad for just two nights. All positive memories. I left my scarf in Le Coin but never mind. 1158. Brussels has become my home from home in the most wonderful way. So let me be the English chronicler of Brussels. The chronicler of certain parts of Brussels anyway.

And that is Brussels for me isn’t it?

And that is Brussels for me, isn’t it? Ciné Paris, Fifth Avenue and Le Coin. Occasional nightcaps in the topless only strip club Empire, and the sightseeing pilgrimages to various places. But it is enough. Because London does not have a Ciné Paris (anymore), a Fifth Avenue or a Le Coin. That is why I leave London and come to Brussels at every opportunity. And without these two sisters, even Le Coin would be pointless. Funny, when there yesterday, the only customers other than me were old Moroccan goats. Moroccan men 40-90. They seem to be 90% of the clientele. A young English boy like myself is quite a rarity. Fifth for sure has lots of Moroccan men, but younger, and so many more white Belgians, Belgian Belgians as it were. I am not criticising one way or the other, just simply stating my observation.

Christ I love Brussels

Christ, I love Brussels. I never want to leave. So yes, Le Coin had two stars, two sisters I am sure, but that was all. Bear this in mind. And she said she’d only been there two months so be cautious about putting too much importance on Le Coin rather than Fifth. Without those two it would have been a really long and wasted walk.

Friday then

Friday then, little session in Ciné Paris, again the films upstairs were the better ones, but soon on my way for the long walk down to Le Coin. Direct this time, with no diversions, and therefore no getting furiously disastrously lost. The same two stars—they look like sisters I now realise. One slightly slimmer, and slightly shorter blonde hair. After SEVERAL 25cl bottles of Jupiler, I finally give the nod to the slimmer one and finally the Rubicon was crossed. My first time in a Le Coin bedroom. Christy from Albania, absolutely beautiful, absolutely lovely. Completely naked, never said no to anything, a proper “girlfriend experience” as they say in the trade. Of course I was so benumbed by beer I got no real pleasure out of it whatsoever bar the visual. 23 to the house, 50 to the girl, and I added 20 for her sweetness and patience. Then the long walk back up to Fifth, but by now I was feeling “metallic”. This is how I feel when my veins are so filled with cold beer. Therefore I stopped off in De Brouckère Brussels Grill for a customarily gorgeous steak, then waddled off once more in the direction of Fifth. Packed with men and girls, and several several gorgeous sexy girls. Fifth Avenue lives. Unfortunately, however, I was so blown out by the steak (and several hours of beer that preceded it) my chest felt like it was going to explode, my heart felt like it was about to explode. I could not seriously consider doing anything. I had to leave. Straight back to hotel and out like a light. I woke just after midnight, in good time for my Friday night planned visit to Empire, but no, I just wanted to stay in my big white bed, so I did. 1124AM Saturday morning now. I wait for Ciné Paris to open (if it has not already). Probably I need to be in my taxi by 145 at the latest.

 

So I finally finally crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy one of the two sisters

So I finally, finally, crossed the Rubicon at Le Coin. Christy, one of the two sisters from last time. Albanian. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I of course had managed to completely anesthetise myself with beer before then, so could get no real pleasure from it except the visual, and the tactile. She was adorable. Before returning to Fifth, I stop off in the De Brouckère Brussels Grill for a steak. No bread & butter it seems. I will be back to Le Coin many times now. The first time is always the hardest. 448. The De Brouckère Brussels Grill have lost their chandelier. Chandeliers are dying everywhere. The E.N.O. lost their one years ago, now the De Brouckère Brussels Grill. Sad. Finally get one piece of bread & butter. Gorgeous. No breakfast before I left the hotel today so I am understandably starving. Christ, Christy was gorgeous.

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe

Always a thrill to walk through Place Rouppe, the square where Verlaine tried to shoot Rimbaud for a second time, and it was this second occasion that Verlaine was jailed for. How much more rich and interesting a city is when you research its streets before you go there. I don’t do enough of it. Even for London. The two stars I saw last time at Le Coin are still here. They now look like twin sisters; the one with long blonde hair now has it cut into a long bob like the other one. And it is this one I feel most attracted to, though I feel attracted to them both. 234. Not a bad time to head back to Fifth before long. I think no long sight-seeing walk for me on this trip.

When Brussels first turned the centre of their city into a car-free zone it looked like a zombie apocalypse

When Brussels first turned the centre of their city into a car-free zone, it looked like a zombie apocalypse. Just this long north-south central boulevard devoid of cars and people. Now, people have started to feel comfortable, it seems, to fill the void left by the cars. I was thinking these words as I walked down the road, and at that moment I saw someone coming towards me who looked familiar. I looked again and sure enough—it was Maria, Fifth Avenue Maria. We avoided eye contact, of course.

Oh Maria

Oh, Maria. As I said Maria was the only attractive girl when I got to Fifth yesterday, and then after a little while she got up and changed into a skin-tight skin-coloured shoulderless body suit that fitted her like a glove, that massively curvy arse and thighs and pussy. I was so tempted, after a long while having lost interest, but only my extreme tiredness (more than 24 hours without sleep) made me pass. I wonder if I WILL go with her again (for a third time)? Christ it’s bitterly cold out there now; the real grey gloom that presages snow.

Thursday I went to Ciné Paris for a nice little session

Thursday I went to Ciné Paris for a nice little session, one OK film upstairs while I had my large can of Jupiler, then to Fifth by about 3PM. Maria already there and the only attractive one. Busy with old men. Then three black-haired girls came in; they must be quite new because they didn’t stop to greet the other girls or customers before going to the back to get changed. And oh Christ, they looked good once they got changed. Two of them were immediately taken up to the rooms as soon as they sat down in the bar, so I think the men had been waiting for them. No one else of note, so easy to leave for a Domino’s Pizza then out like a light. Woke in the night with indigestion then back to sleep till 6AM.

Oh casually staggeringly beautiful these Brussels girls

Oh, casually staggeringly beautiful, these Brussels girls. 1150 Friday—I crack open my first beer of the day. Bitterly cold; a lot colder than the London I left behind. This discourages me from going on my planned long walk to the “Space Egg” E.U. building, Solvay Park where Belgian priest/physicist Lemaître went for a stroll with Einstein and told him of his theory of a “Big Bang” at the start of the universe, to Einstein’s scoffing, and to my old special place–the Wiertz Museum. Instead I shall probably concentrate on Ciné Paris, long walk down to Le Coin, then finish back in Fifth. After midnight I will see if I can go out again for a nightcap in Empire strip club—surely on a Friday night it will have SOME customers?

120. First beer in the Max hotel lounge

120. First beer in the Max hotel lounge. Straight here to Brussels from work in good order too early, but when I can sleep for a while it is OK. I have no choice—I can’t stay awake for much longer, so better to go somewhere naughty early, getting slaughtered on Belgian beer, get some food and back to hotel to pass out early, by 5PM time. This is what first days are for. Eat & sleep is most important thing. I can take my time and get to the good places later on my second day. So yes, it’s fine to get to Ciné Paris and Fifth as early as I like today, then back to hotel to pass out soon enough. I allow myself that today. 153 already one large and one small beer finished. An hour in Ciné Paris will take me to 3. So let me have one more large one here.

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I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again

I would love to spend a whole week in Brussels again, to do all those things I have always wanted to do: visit Waterloo, Antwerp, the Delvaux museum in St Idesbald and the Rops museum in Namur. I wouldn’t mind coming straight back to try those two girls in Le Coin.

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle

So two good films in Ciné Paris, Penthouse Black and a Dorcel upstairs. With fine erection I left and headed down to the Notre Dame de la Chapelle to see the Madonna that was apparently a favourite of Baudelaire. I am not a religious person at all—on the contrary—but to step into one of these great churches is always such a powerful feeling. Leaving the church I tried to walk down to Le Coin but evidently turned in the wrong direction from the word go and became hopelessly furiously lost. In the end I had to get on the metro at Munthof for the two stops to Gare du Midi. The metro stuffy and pungent with the odour of sweat. Leaving Midi I thought as I am here I might as well go for a drink in my old favourite bar, L’Orient Express, only to be shocked to find it totally gone. The entire building replaced by a hideous modern B&B hotel, hideous in its blandness. Appalling. Another appalling loss. Then got a little bit more lost finding Le Coin but eventually got in around 510PM. It was evidently on its last knockings, five girls and six men, and by 6 everyone had gone. I was the last to leave. But! They had two stunning girls, a voluptuous blonde bob Brazilian-looking girl, and a slimmer but still curvy long blonde hair girl. These were the best two girls I saw, better than anything in Fifth Avenue on my two visits, though after arriving in Fifth after the long walk up from Le Coin there three girls who looked like sisters who were evidently Brazilian but looked like South Sea Islanders, something strongly Fijian or Tongan in their features, and it was one of them that I was most attracted to. However, I was by now very over drunk so gave up and came back for a gorgeous Brussels Grill steak. As usual I struggled to finish it, then staggered back to hotel to pass out. That was my trip to Brussels.

In Brussels

215PM. Black hair, grey dress over massive bosoms. 19? 20?

215PM. Black hair, grey dress over massive bosoms. 19? 20? The girls of Brussels are absolutely mind-blowing. I was thinking when I think of all the great sexual adventures of my life, the Adelinas in Vienna, the Amandas in Vienna, the Ursulas in Brussels, Lucys in Brussels, Riccardas in Berlin, etc etc, I NEVER recall any of my 9, 10, 12? who knows how many f**ks with the Rue d’Aerschot girls. Though the girls of the Rue d’Aerschot windows are probably the most beautiful floozies I ever see, from sheer beauty point of view, I never recall the trysts themselves. Environment makes such a difference. If I f**k in an environment not pleasant to me, I do not remember them afterwards. Better a less beautiful girl in a more salubrious environment! It seems crazy but it is absolutely true.

L’église Notre-Dame de la Chapelle

If I was to choose the nationality of my next wife I would choose Belgian

If I was to choose the nationality of my next wife, I would choose Belgian. These Belgian girls are absolutely gob-smacking. On way to shop for Red Bull this morning, black hair, black coat, black jeans over curvy gorgeous bottom. Just back in shop now for two beers, two girls came in both 10 out of 10. Leaving shop and coming back to hotel two more coming towards me both 10 out of 10. It absolutely takes your breath away. Grey clouds here in Brussels but no chance of rain. Yesterday I arrived in my hotel 1230 but then I lost more than an hour with the staff trying to get my TV working. Then a couple of beers in the lounge, and to Ciné Paris. I walked into the cinema to see some woman on screen being fucked up the bottom and sure enough it was my old friend, Anna Polina. As I said last time, no trip to Brussels is complete without seeing Anna Polina being fucked up the bottom, and here she was, as soon as I walk in. So happy (her & me). Stayed long enough to finish my can of beer then to Fifth Avenue by 4. Busy with girls and men but no one for me, though I hung around for a couple of hours. A giant Domino’s Pizza then bed (not before the arm fell off my spectacles and I smashed them to pieces against the bathroom floor in a rage; I will need new spectacles unfortunately when I return home).

Arriving in Brussels

There is actually one girl here from the Fifth’s golden age

There is actually one girl here from the Fifth’s golden age i.e. from my first visits back in 2013. For me, golden ages are always when I FIRST went somewhere. The golden age of Soho was from 1992, Stuttgarter Platz 2003 etc.

 

742 Fifth Avenue. Six to eight “girls” but none—none—for me

742 Fifth Avenue. Six to eight “girls” but none—none—for me. I will stay until 9 o’clock or so to then enjoy a lazy sleepy hour in the Cine Paris before they close, then one beer—just one—in the usually empty Empire strip club. No Maria on this trip, no Sophia; what a pity. But—it has saved me money. Oh but I don’t know if I can even stay until 9, it is so poor in here. So depressing to be honest. But there’s nowhere else really. Just Cine Paris. Just wait for November and December; that’s when these places come to life.

I had to force myself to go to the end of Rue d’Aerschot—really no desire for it at all

I had to force myself to go to the end of Rue d’Aerschot—really no desire for it at all. More than half the windows were empty, but what girls there were of the usual high quality, but no real desire to do anything. One beer in the Retro Bar then back here to Brussels Grill for my first (and only) steak of this trip. 248 already. Might as well drop into 5th on the way back. Try to sleep then go again later for my final hurrah.

So a low key trip but I am not worried and not surprised

So a low key trip but I am not worried and not surprised–I have realised all my greatest, top of head blowing off moments of greatest sexual pleasure, erotic desire, erotic rausch, always for me come in December and January. My annual peak is still some way away. I am coming to learn my Eros quite well now it seems.

Really disappointed with the quality/paucity of the young ladies passing by my window here in Brussels on this trip

Really disappointed with the quality/paucity of the young ladies passing by my window here in Brussels on this trip. It is counter-intuitive. You think in hot summer there will be more, but in find I see less sexy girls in summer than I do in winter.

One large can, one small can, halfway through first large Stella in the Dome and already my headache is gathering

One large can, one small can, halfway through first large Stella in the Dome, and already my headache is gathering. So, I finally asked, is it possible to sit upstairs, and was met by a very polite but firm refusal. No, upstairs is closed sir. It is my dream for some porn cinema to allow me to choose their programming—if only for the days I am there. I would have a Titten Alarm season, a French season, a Titten Alarm season, an Italian season, a Titten Alarm season, and so on. As I’ve said before, if I ran a porn cinema, it would be the best porn cinema in the world.

Surprised how few sexy girls I’ve seen in the street in Brussels this time

Surprised how few sexy girls I’ve seen in the street in Brussels this time–I mean just passing the window of my hotel or the Café du Dome where I am now. In fact, none. I saw more sexy girls at Victoria Station in 20 minutes on the way here than I’ve seen in two days here. The beer is really tiring me out quickly and hard on this trip; I think because I’m not excited, not turned on. When turned on, excited, I can drink prodigious amounts with no ill effects. Feeling so flat, becalmed, I feel drunk almost straight away. And not in a good way. Not high, intoxicated drunk. Just heavy, sodden drunk with headache immediate. Well, good, that means it will be a very cheap trip, and make it more likely I will be able to afford to come back before year’s end. Still with one more visit to Fifth to come, I wonder if I will see a star there at last, or will these be a completely uninspiring set of visits to Fifth? There’s usually one, at least, isn’t there? But so far this time, nothing. August of course. Holiday season. Graveyard month.

Just occurred to me that Le Coin might be closed as we are in August

Just occurred to me that Le Coin might be closed as we are in August—I seem to remember coming here in August before and reading the note on the door that they were on holiday now. I don’t want to walk all that way to find it closed. And if I’m not going to Le Coin, can’t be bothered to walk down to Notre Dame de la Chapel and Baudelaire’s favourite Madonna statue. I will save that for my next trip, when I will also do my Space Egg, Solvay Park, Wiertz Museum walk. I am not going to attempt that in 32°C temperatures as we have again today. So—just Cine Paris and Rue d’Aerschot? Brussels Grill to knock me out, early afternoon sleep, then back out early enough for evening Fifth. Try. Try. Then perhaps one beer in Empire to finish my trip.

No visit to Brussels is complete without a Jean Rollin film in the early hours of the morning

No visit to Brussels is complete without a Jean Rollin film in the early hours of the morning and I was pleased to see one of them in the night, also.

The wonderfully lush Boulevard Adolphe Max

Today I feel no desire to go up to Gare du Nord. What is the point?

Today I feel no desire to go up to Gare du Nord. What is the point? The window girls are beautiful but if I never do anything with them, what is the point? Maybe Cine Paris to start, walk down to that church that has the Madonna that Baudelaire loved, then on down to Le Coin. I never do anything here either but at least I can sit and have a beer or two while surrounded by strumpets. A couple of years ago there was a stunning young Brazilian girl here, so you never know. The diamonds pop up when you least expect them.

So here on my second and last full day in Brussels

So here on my second and last full day in Brussels. No titillation so far at all. No erection – well, except for briefly in Cine Paris. No visit to Brussels is complete until I have seen Anna Polina being fucked up the bottom. So it was I hung around in the downstairs screen long enough to see Anna being fucked up the bottom in the Godfather’s Daughter, then before leaving I just popped up to the upstairs screen where there was Anna Polina being fucked up the bottom in some other film. Lovely. Pleased now, I headed to Fifth. Few girls in street, but not of the quality of that delectable dark little Susanna on Sunday night. Fifth busy with men again, around 3pm now I think, but the girls were all very average indeed. No stars like Maria or Sophia. Hung around until after 5 then could wait no more. Back for Domino’s PIzza then bed again. Woke after 9 with indigestion and headache and no desire to go out again so that was my first day in Brussels.

My very very appropriate hotel key card

1317 I start my first beer of the day in the Max lounge

1317 I start my first beer of the day in the Max lounge—how long until I see the first 10/10 sexually desirable young Brussels girl below my window I wonder. A nice late start today—after some hours of good work on my books in my room. This my first full day in Brussels (of the two) I will concentrate on the close places, Cine Paris and Fifth. Concentrate on the low-lying fruit. Tonight perhaps Gare du Nord, and tomorrow perhaps the walk down to Le Coin for my ritual of doing nothing there (never have). 32°C today.

On way to St Pancras I stopped off in the Iron Duke in Victoria for one pint just to see the totty

On way to St Pancras I stopped off in the Iron Duke in Victoria for one pint just to see the totty, and wow, I honestly thought about cancelling my trip to Brussels and spending three days in Victora Station. Five or six of the most sexy girls you ever saw in your life in that 30°C heat.

 

Getting to St Pancras I discovered my Eurostar was in fact going to Amsterdam just stopping off in Brussels along the way

Getting to St Pancras I discovered my Eurostar was in fact going to Amsterdam, just stopping off in Brussels along the way. I thought “oh no, this is going to mean it is packed” (despite it being Sunday afternoon) and it was, but I then discovered that by going to Amsterdam we miss out Lille! That made an expected 2 hour 10 minute or so journey into just a one hour 50 minute journey. That meant I was in my hotel by 830pm, and after one can of Jupiler in the lounge, at Fifth Avenue by 9. Fifth was quite busy with men but just three girls. The black hair Brazilian with glasses who has been there for years in black shirt and blue jeans and what looked like her sister, almost identical black hair, black shirt, blue jeans but this one had darker skin – but was stunning. The third girl was Leyla’s “sister” from 2016—Christ three years already–-who translated for us back then. Realising that these three girls was all there was I left after four beers. Being so late I thought no point wasting 14 euros for Cine Paris when it was just about to close, and no point going to Empire strip on a Sunday night (if at all), so just came back for a Domino’s Pizza. On the street corner I passed a gorgeous little black-haired Bulgarian, Susanna. On the walk to Fifth I was surprised to see so many girls back on the streets. I presume the 350 euro fines are still in place? I passed N– by Café Jimmy, the huge-bosomed girl I took back to the hotel a few years ago. She remembered me, and my hotel! “If you need me, you know where I am” she said. Hopefully the police have got more important things to worry about that lurking around corners fining customers 350 euros, surely?

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Ciné Paris two poor films but with my large can of Jupiler I enjoyed my 20 minutes well enough

Ciné Paris two poor films but with my large can of Jupiler I enjoyed my 20 minutes well enough; to Rue d’Aerschot for usual ridiculously pretty girls, but I really felt like doing nothing. After one beer in the Red Devils bar, back to Fifth—by 2PM! Too early again but still already quite busy with girls and men. When — came in I immediately straightaway got an erection! Now I realised why I had gone to the room with her—it was with very good reason. She is really pretty, and has that shyness about her of someone new to the job which is always very appealing. However, after buying her a couple of drinks I departed, and was in Brussels Grill before 4PM for a gorgeous rumpsteak then to hotel to sleep. I woke just after midnight for a while then slept on until morning. This was my brief two-night trip to Brussels. Dominated all the time by thinking of my — back in London.

A bright sunny Friday morning in Brussels but rain expected by 2PM

A bright sunny Friday morning in Brussels but rain expected by 2PM. Today to Ciné Paris first, then Rue d’Aerschot, Fifth on my way back. Tonight maybe Empire Strip, maybe not.

Just coming back from shop with Red Bull and first beer, black hair, black cardigan, long black skirt tight over most beautiful bouncing little buttocks

Just coming back from shop with Red Bull and first beer, black hair, black cardigan, long black skirt tight over most beautiful bouncing little buttocks, heading up Malines. The beautiful women of Brussels. Thursday I did nothing but go straight to Fifth and there I stayed—until I finally took new Romanian S—s to a bedroom for a tryst of appalling tawdriness and lack of pleasure. My fault—I was beyond drunk. If she had been warm, kind, sympatico, it would not have been so bad, but she was surly, uncommunicative, unhelpful. I don’t blame her. No point going to room when I am that drunk. I left by the back door after coming down the stairs, back to Domino’s for a pizza, back to hotel then out like a light till 1AM, bit of TV then back to sleep until 9AM.

Time to push on to Fifth Avenue–the girls have dried up—in a manner of speaking

Time to push on to Fifth Avenue–the girls have dried up—in a manner of speaking. I don’t believe the girls of Brussels ever dry up. They look permanently fucking ready for it. And why not—with an Englishman like me in town? The elephant in the room is that I travel to Brussels in the shadow of —. The first contender this year—in June!—for my Woman of the Year, i.e. my romantic interest of the year, i.e. my first I’d really like to do something with but won’t either because she says no or I never ask. But — is the first one of the year and I thought of her all the way here on Eurostar—with some priapic excitement.

I really don’t want to shut myself away in a dark porn cinema

I really don’t want to shut myself away in a dark porn cinema, and shut myself away in a dark knocking shop bar in Fifth Avenue—when there are these stunning, stunning young nubile women on the streets of Brussels right under my hotel window. I NEVER feel this, experience this, see this, say this in Berlin, Vienna, Munich or anywhere else I ever travel to. It is Brussels—it is only Brussels—that produces this incredible, incredible pulchritude. And it is so funny but Brussels’ women are still so similar to Baudelaire’s description of Brussels’ “monstrous bosoms!” and “fat, moist Flemish women”! They have not changed in 160 years—there goes another one.