So I return to the Dome bar

So I return to the Dome bar. Without having to say a word, the blonde North African (having not seen me for 3 months) says to me ‘Stella?’. Yes. And instantly readies my nuts for me. My PEAnuts, oh you disgusting perverts. It is an incredible fact but I do not know one single barmaid in London as beautiful as her—and I go in a lot of pubs (searching for some girl like this). I have not seen any beauties in the street yet, but—it is winter. Everyone is swaddled in their coats & their scarves. There are other compensations; it gets dark by 4 or 5 o’clock, and this counts for a lot. Just as I was stepping into the bar—the bus turning the corner? 368; to Leuven. Ah dead on 1700 the black (darker-skinned) girl arrives in her coat to start her shift. A grin & a ‘bonjour’ to me as she comes through the door. These two barmaids, ladies & gentlemen of the jury, are the best thing in Brussels. If there were two barmaids like this in London, I would never leave London.
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Yes, Lotta & Sophia are legends of my life

Yes, Lotta & Sophia are legends of my life, but this morning in bed I was thinking so much about the two Café du Dome barmaids—the black one and the North African blonde; both among the sexiest barmaids I have ever met. I would love to go out with either of them, preferably both.

Honestly they have too many staff here in the Dorint

Honestly, they have too many staff here in the Dorint. How can they afford so many barstaff? I could quite happily just stay here all day with —. She is very cute. I was, to be honest, thinking about her quite erotically before leaving my hotel room this morning. I was actually thinking there is something so open, and warm, about Hungarians. I have become friendly with so many Hungarians in London, who I could name but won’t, yet there are as many Poles in London, as many Germans in London, as many French in London, who I have never got to know by name. And yet I have become friendly with so many Hungarians. This is quite amazing. And here in my Vienna hotel, the one (of many) barmaids who have actually taken the time to stop and make conversation with me is this Hungarian girl.