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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Bimbo clothes shop next to the Max has gone!

Bimbo clothes shop next to the Max has gone! Replaced by a chicken restaurant. The wonderful mural above the Ciné Paris stairs is back! Fantastic to see it again. There were NO girls around Café Jimmy and I thought that is it then, the street girls have all gone, but further along the Rue des Commerçants there was still a couple of pockets of them.

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After my Brussels Grill steak I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6 and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris

After my Brussels Grill steak, I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6, and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris. The same good film as earlier My Daughter in Law is a Whore (followed by Jessie, PA which I kept missing); upstairs film looked rubbish. I forced myself to have one more can of Jupiler but struggled to finish it, so knew it was time to call it a day. The cinema manager was becoming very surly with me by now as well, refusing to give me change when I bought my beer. Obviously, I couldn’t understand what his objection was as he steadfastly refuses to speak the Queen’s English so I just let it go. And now it is 11am I have to check out, and, alas, go home. My Eurostar home is not till 556! I will probably take up the 30 euros offer of a late check out till 2—the upper limit without paying for a whole extra night. I don’t want to go back to Coin now—I don’t like to go too crazy and get too drunk before my homeward journey, so I try to stay within my limits. I only have 50 euros left as well!ma_belle_fille_est_une_putain_recto

I honestly think I will always go to the Brouckère Brussels Grill if I can; it is so much quieter and more peaceful in that one

I honestly think I will always go to the Brouckère Brussels Grill if I can; it is so much quieter and more peaceful in that one. And they gave me a MIXED salad rather just a pile of boring lettuce. I guess that’s random. Another thing I’ve learned on this trip is always buy a beer as soon as I arrive in Cine Paris—to FORCE myself to stay for at least a while. Only then do the films have any chance of working their effect on me. You have to sink into a porn cinema; I find its immediate impact is always repellent otherwise.

It has been four months since I was last in Brussels and in that time alone I have lost Gascogne, the little chip shop next to my hotel, the wonderful mural over the Cine Paris stairs and Jean Rollin films from my hotel TV

It has been four months since I was last in Brussels and in that time alone I have lost Gascogne, the little chip shop next to my hotel, the wonderful mural over the Cine Paris stairs, and Jean Rollin films from my hotel TV. 1058 My first beer of the day. After my long, lazy session in Fifth, I brought my Domino’s Pizza back then passed out to sleep, and did not wake till 1AM. A new big voluptuous young girl in Fifth Avenue and I thought yes! This is it! The is the new girl to spark this trip to life! Bella—from Goiania inevitably. Why is it that out of all the Brazilian strippers and floozies I have met in my life probably 50% of them come from Goiania? A relatively small city in Brazil yet they supply a disproportionately high number of girls who work in these naughty places. “Because we are the most beautiful women in Brazil!” one Goiania girl told me. That may well be true but cannot be the whole story I think. It was Bella’s first day in Fifth Avenue apparently, or second; after four months working in some ——— retail shop. Maybe I would have been her first customer! But after about 2 minutes of sitting with me with the drink I bought for her & her two friends, she got up and abandoned me; as I did not want to go to the room immediately, even though I was quite clearly interested in her, which I demonstrated to her. A more experienced girl might have stayed and kept trying for a while longer as I am sure I would have gone with her in the end. Anyway, a beautiful girl, a good addition, but the way she got up and left me made me think she would not be the most warm and generous person in the bedroom which would discourage me completely in future. Not a stellar line up in Fifth right now, but as always I need to go there in the evening time to see if any big hitters turn up later; I limit my chances if I leave by 5PM every day.cine paris mural (1)

Always possible I could jump on a train to Frankfurt Monday evening? It is only 3½ hours away? Just to do something wild and unexpected

Always possible I could jump on a train to Frankfurt Monday evening? It is only 3½ hours away? Just to do something wild and unexpected; come back early Tuesday morning just in time to check out? But again, my financial situation and my employment situation really preclude such grand “romantic” (erotic) gestures these days. One sensible thing I did yesterday was buy a beer at the same time as arriving in Cine Paris which FORCED me to sit down and watch some of the films. I should always follow this policy in future; and again, eating BEFORE I go to Fifth is a good idea. 1035 Even the rain has stopped now. I’m not going out unless it’s raining. My crazy friend still walking around the Adolphe Max—is this all he does all day, every day? Sad. He does not look unintelligent. Again, as I always say, he probably looks up at me every time and thinks the same thing. Who is this sad Englishman who comes to Brussels every month and just sits up there in the window drinking one can of beer after another, time after time? C’est vrai.