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)
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After my lovely Brussels Grill steak in Fifth Avenue at 322PM. Sleepy. Ready for bed. Two girls visible only

After my lovely Brussels Grill steak, in Fifth Avenue at 322PM. Sleepy. Ready for bed. Two girls visible only. Maybe eight men. The demand is there; the supply is low. Let me drink enough and quickly enough that I feel the urgent need for a Domino’s Pizza before bed, to go with the steak I just had. These are my real desires on holiday these days. Any really really sexy floozies I am lucky to see will just get in the way of my eating.bruxelles (63)bruxelles (64)bruxelles (65)bruxelles (66)bruxelles (67)bruxelles (68)bruxelles (69)

Going to Brussels Grill for my customarily gorgeous steak (though the salad disappointed me, just a massive pile of bland lettuce leaves) BEFORE Fifth Avenue was a success

Going to Brussels Grill for my customarily gorgeous steak (though the salad disappointed me, just a massive pile of bland lettuce leaves) BEFORE Fifth Avenue was a success—it meant I could drink and drink as much as I liked in Fifth without being desperate to get away to eat. Inna was there looking as sexy as ever, and Emily again in TINY little red cardigan top which left all her midriff bare, tiny denim shorts over black patterned stockings. Very very affecting. Especially when she sat in the chair facing me a few feet away with her knees drawn up to her chest, giving me an unbelievably tempting view of her groin area. Again, though, she left just after 4 o’clock and temptation was once more withdrawn. Apart that the blonde Perrie Edwards girl came in; like slim Emily even she has put on a LITTLE bit of weight, to make her slightly more tempting, but still not enough I think. And that was really it. After Fifth I returned briefly to Cine Paris then had a McDonald’s before bed and my McDonald’s receipt has a time of 545PM which suggests I left Fifth around 5, again far too early on a Saturday afternoon to stand much chance of seeing any big hitters who probably don’t turn up till 7 or 8. I had a feeling I caught a glimpse of Leyla arriving at the back, but she then kept out of sight avoiding me, no doubt. I do not blame her. I would avoid myself if I could. So that was it. I woke five past midnight, tried to force myself out to Empire but my body just would not move so that was my Saturday over and done with.

252 In my seat in Brussels Grill. 1502 still waiting for the food but two lovely pieces of bread & butter have made the wait perfectly enjoyable

252 In my seat in Brussels Grill. 1502 still waiting for the food, but two lovely pieces of bread & butter have made the wait perfectly enjoyable. Really, Brussels Grill is SUCH a nice restaurant. I really cannot say a bad word about it, or its staff. Beautiful food, and compared to London restaurant prices, RIDICULOUSLY cheap (even with the Brexit-reduced exchange rate). After a little session in Cine Paris (two better films than yesterday) I made the effort to go all the way to other end of Rue d’Aerschot and back. One in La Derniere Minute (should have gone in the Dream Bar opposite as the pink jumper barmaid looked astoundingly gorgeous) then back here to Brussels Grill. I honestly don’t think I’m going to do anything with a Rue d’Aerschot window girl again—they are beautiful, yes; if these girls worked in Fifth Avenue I would be bankrupt in a week, but here, in this environment, I just am never in the mood. Always just wanting to get back to the plush, warm environment of Fifth (coming to Brussels Grill BEFORE Fifth is actually good—as it makes it easier to have a steak, then afterwards also have a Domino’s Pizza. I am sure I will).bruxelles (13)

Rushed up to Fifth, too early as always, a lot of girls though and customers, but no one of any note until I saw Emily

Rushed up to Fifth, too early as always, a lot of girls though and customers, but no one of any note until I saw Emily; slim black-haired Emily who I am always tempted by but never do anything with, because she is just too skinny. Well, she is putting on weight! Her bosoms more noticeable but her bottom—amazingly curvy. Suddenly she feels like the No.1 girl there. Sadly she didn’t hang around for long, leaving about 330 looking pissed off. I wonder where she goes—she and her “mother” always leave early, in a hurry, like they have somewhere else they have to be. Maybe picking their kids up from school, who knows. Then, as I say, I tried to carry on drinking waiting for some big hitters to come in for the evening shift, but I just couldn’t last any longer, and had to leave for my pizza, then bed.

So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels

So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So, no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels (third time in a row?). Did not even make my pilgrimages to Baudelaire or Lady Richmond. A short stay in Cine Paris, two quite good films, and in a state of great arousal to Fifth Avenue. Plenty of girls there today, some old faces, some new faces; one curvy new Brazilian with black hair the pick of them. I decided to stay there till I was drunk enough to feel wild enough to do something. In the end I eventually left and came back for a pizza, then out like a light—till 138 in the morning.

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So yes that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat

So, yes, that has been my trip so far. Coach driver from hell, coach trip from hell, astounding astounding 10 out of 10 white vest girl on the boat; underwhelming sight of —- & ——–. See if anything picks up today—but like I say it has to be something random, something completely unexpected. Familiarity kills lust. Even the sexiest floozie, I can only sleep with her once, twice at most, before I lose interest. Anyway, I will never tire or give up on Brussels. Just being here is lovely. Fifth Avenue usually underwhelming, but I have out of the blue met so many 10 out of 10s there that it is always exciting to think about going there. And a proper porn cinema. And the window girls. I went to Fifth Avenue and Empire strip club, but the only real erection I’ve had here in Brussels is watching Sean Paul She Doesn’t Mind video on my TV this morning (and thinking about the white vest girl).