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Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync

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Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync. I walked down to the Ibis and checked in, ate the two rolls I picked up from the station, then went straight back out to Café Westend for a rostbraten, which to be honest I struggled to finish. I stumbled back to the hotel and slept for the rest of the afternoon. Getting up early enough to prepare for a night out, I really didn’t feel in the mood at all. I crossed over to ML Revue just to confirm again that their kabins are rubbish; never wasting my time there again. Train up to Club Exzess. The girls all take turns to dance topless on small stage but there were none I liked enough to stay for. Back down to Manhattan and Tete a Tete but even though I saw all the same girls as last night, this time I just felt no desire or interest at all. Just one beer in each place and I was ready to leave. Thrilled to find the station McDonald’s still open so I brought a hamburger royale & fries back to hotel, but again struggled to finish them, beset by hiccups that would not stop.

On my last day in Vienna I did nothing but go up to WSK and finally my luck ran out

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On my last day in Vienna I did nothing but go up to WSK and finally my luck ran out: two rubbish films. Trekki was there but I was not in the mood. Once again I was starving, so just rushed back to Café Westend for an unbelievably delicious Alt Wiener Rostbraten. Then to bed! I woke in the evening planning to go back to Manhattan but I just didn’t feel like it. Sated. Done enough. I went back to bed and endured a massively sleepless night, hampered by indigestion and restless aching legs. I may have dropped off about 5 in the morning, about an hour & a half before my alarm went off. So a low-key finish to my stay in Vienna.

I woke after 10pm and thought about going out but was too drunk still

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I woke after 10pm and thought about going out but was too drunk still, so went back to sleep till 850 in the morning. The WSK films were fantastic, high quality stuff. There were more men there than I have seen before (still never more than 8) and I think that is all down to Trekki, black hair, young, beautiful, curvy. The Café Westend steak was as fantastic as always. Shame I could not go out for a reconnaissance mission at least to Manhattan but hopefully I can be fresher tonight. Today Fortuna then maybe back to Burggasse Peep, save WSK for later and stay till closing so I can walk back past Angelique back to Manhattan.

20:00 I arrive in the Café Westend. WSK has a new star

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20:00 I arrive in the Café Westend. WSK has a new star, Trekki, from Slovenia but born in Vienna. She was the only girl on duty, but the WSK was busier than I’ve known it for a long time, which I don’t think was a coincidence. I wait service. The piano player is playing. No waiters coming anywhere near me. I need a drink. 20:04 and still waiting. God knows what the piano player is playing; I doubt even he knows. Ottakring, 1837. My first day in Vienna flew by like it never happened. Few beers in hotel bar, WSK, Café Westend, then no doubt I will be sleeping like a log.
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After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend

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After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend I came back to the hotel to sleep. I woke later and forced myself to go out to Tete a Tete and Manhattan. I really really had no desire for it whatsoever. The Tete girls were nice enough but it never crossed my mind to do anything with them; I was more interested in the lovely little framed pictures on the wall, some miniature Klimts and two rude pictures by an artist I do not know. They look like Thomas Rowlandson but doubt this in Vienna, so guess it may be some Austrian Rowlandson-like painter. It says something about me that I come to a brothel and am more interested in the pictures on the wall. I seem to be becoming increasingly averse to real life women. In Manhattan, the same. Melissa the only good one, but I felt no desire even for her. Two beers in Tete and one in Manhattan and I came back to sleep again. Up at 630 for lovely eggs & bacon in the hotel restaurant then back to bed again and then overslept till now, 3PM. No desire at all to go out tonight, my last night, so I might as well just go to WSK and that will be it. The Burggasse Peep kabin films are so rubbish I can’t be bothered to go there again; the ML Revue kabin films are rubbish too. I might go back to Fortuna Kino but it is such a long walk from the tram stop; could try the Wahringer Kino, but probably will just slump in WSK for a while.
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I feared the Café Westend might be packed on a Sunday afternoon

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I feared the Café Westend might be packed on a Sunday afternoon but in fact it is as quiet as I’ve ever known it. I love travel; but I have no interest for “new” places. I have found some places that I love, in Vienna, in Berlin, in Brussels, in Munich, and I just want to keep returning to these places. I have zero interest in Asia, or China, or Australia, or America, or South America, or Scandinavia, or anywhere else. I have found the places I feel at home (not in London, for sure) and I just want to keep coming back to these four places. (I have found the woman I love, and I now have zero interest in finding any other woman to love; I just want to keep coming back to her). Frankfurt has a massive red light district, Hamburg has a massive red light district but I have no desire to go to these places; Berlin and Vienna red light districts are, now, almost non-existent, but I still prefer to keep coming back to these places for my jollies, as “Jack the Ripper” referred to it.
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The food in the Dorint these days is so arty-farty

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The food in the Dorint these days is so arty-farty. Serving beautiful artistic food in those ridiculous minuscule portions. No. After a day’s sightseeing we want a massive plate FULL of food you fools. We don’t order expensive hotel restaurant food just to look at how artistic it is; we do it to fill our stomach. The Dorint used to serve lovely big meals; not anymore I’m afraid. This is why I go to the Café Westend over the road.

So I end up in the Rechthaler Hof after all. I somehow knew I would

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So I end up in the Rechthaler Hof after all. I somehow knew I would. 16.51. 1 hour 10 minutes to kill before I try to get the Airport bus. No great memories from this trip; the young 19-20 year old puppy fat beauty of black-haired Lori in Caribic; the pleasure of watching the Bella Napoli strip show. That is about it. I start to yearn for Vienna already. I only feel alive when I am away from home. I want to travel more & more, faster & faster. I yearn to be back in the Gurtel, as decimated as it is. Yearn to be back in the Dorint Hotel, and be back in the Café Westend, back in the WSK. Still with at least one new place to explore, like Burggasse Peep Show. It doesn’t matter if the trip to Munich & Nuremberg has been, ultimately, a little disappointing. I still only feel alive when I am travelling. I would not feel disappointed if I could travel from Munich now straight on to Vienna. It is only having to travel home that really disappoints. I suddenly remember I have another 4 days off before the end of the month; perfect for Vienna!

Here in Vienna on my last night in bed by 8PM already

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Here in Vienna on my last night, in bed by 8PM already, listening to Ravel on Radio 3. Nowhere else I want to be except in bed listening to classical music, my big window wide open to the sounds of the traffic passing along the Gurtel outside. Feeling sad and down. The thought of returning to London so depressing. But let me shut myself away from the world, and cocoon myself. Three days in the Café Westend, and 3 nights in the Weltspiegel Kino. This was my trip to Vienna. The highlight the red hair girl at the Airport bus stop right at the beginning; I knew that would be the case.

There were so many things I planned to do on this trip to Vienna

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There were so many things I planned to do on this trip to Vienna: KHM, Justiz Palast, Butterfly House; but in the end I just did what I felt I wanted to do at any given moment. That meant spending all my time drinking and eating in the Café Westend, and then spending the rest of the evening at the WSK. A river cuts its own course. The rest of the time I enjoyed sleeping in my lovely big double bed.

I drew three blanks on my first day back in Vienna

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I drew three blanks on my first day back in Vienna. Fortuna Kino was rubbish. Some awful film, I waited for it to finish and next one start hoping for something better, but then they just restarted the same film. To ML Revue which was also rubbish. The girls were mediocre, and the stunning Brazilian from last time was not there. The NJ film which seemed so exciting last time now seemed rubbish. To WSK which was empty, no doubt because of the gangbang at the Love Kino that night. Amanda was there, though, and it is always a pleasure to see her, even if she does not feel the same. All I wanted then was a nice zwiebelrostbraten in Café Westend, and they duly delivered. I reconsider my thought of rebooking my flight to stay another day. Maybe 3 days is enough after all.

The WSK has become such a warm bath I can sink back into

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The WSK has become such a warm bath I can sink back into, in these icy very cold Vienna days. I can’t ever imagine going again to a porn cinema where there is not hostesses available. It makes the films so much more pleasurable knowing there are young hostesses on hand whenever you want them. It is funny when you come to these places in Vienna, like the Café Westend, where you don’t see any CCTV cameras above you. In London, they are absolutely everywhere, so it is strange to come to a city where you do not see them. Finally, a fantastic meal in Vienna, here in the Café Westend. A gorgeous Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten, the way it should be. You actually get two steaks, not just one. Fantastic. The Westend has just won my Gold Seal. Now I just want to go back to my hotel and sleep; I don’t care about any sinful pleasures. This meal has sated me so much.
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On this truncated 2 day trip I have no time to do anything cultural

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On this truncated 2 day trip, I have no time to do anything cultural, so the KHM and the Butterfly House must wait for next time. At least I have done one new thing by coming here to the Café Westend. I must try to tie a knot in my bladder. There is a woman at the gates of the toilets who demands tips for entering. I paid 2 Euros as I am new. She must make a fortune. The important thing is I feel comfortable here in the Westend. I will try the Rostbraten.

Ah I caught my severe waitress’s attention

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Ah, I caught my severe waitress’s attention. I ask for another bottle of Gösser beer and get a bottle of Wieselburger, which is new to me. It seems okay. The faces in this place I think of as real Viennese faces. Real Viennese clothes, hats, manners. Rather severe, aristocratic, even at this, the fag end of Mariahilferstraße on the edge of the Fünfhaus (15th District) badlands. I told Lilly my real name, and she told me hers. She is someone I could happily live with.
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Beautiful piano music here in the Café Westend

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Beautiful piano music here in the Café Westend. Amanda was indeed much less stunning than I remember her. Still the best girl there. I can’t even remember, we did something, not sure if we had sex, maybe, a little bit; but she was contemptuous of me, said ‘you are an alcoholic’, and ‘you have a problem’. I stayed long enough that the night bars would now be open. I went in the Alm, no one for me, though the black Cuban girl was sexy and simpatico. Ignoring Big Angelique, straight into Little Angelique, and Lilly again. Two piccolos again, but no sex this time either. She was as beautiful as I remembered her, long black hair, and massively voluptuous body, like a voluptuous Natalie Sawyer. As always I feel so uncomfortable in the cafés. I sit down and no one seems to notice me, I sit there all alone. I have to go to the till to ask someone to serve me, and even after that it is so hard to catch anyone’s eyes to get another drink. There must be a skill to it that I need to learn. I dangled my empty Gösser bottle in front of her as she was taking the order from the man at the table next to me but apparently she did not see it and just walked off after taking his order.

I never did get to the Love Kino in Michael-Bernard-Gasse

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I never did get to the Love Kino in Michael-Bernard-Gasse, or the Peep Show in Burggasse, or the Laufhaus in Triestestraße (either of them), and I really would love to try the Café Westend opposite Westbahnhof, but I would feel so uncomfortable in a Viennese coffeehouse—I do not drink coffee, and I don’t suppose they serve beer??? It looks amazing though. 145pm Thursday. My flight is at 805pm. I will try to get up to Weltspiegel in the next hour or so for a last scopophiliac’s debauch. Not really in the mood for it.
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