Not really enjoying this Späten beer in the Sports Café next to Atlantic City. Nothing wrong with the beer, just the feeling this holiday is already over with two days still to go. It really ended Saturday night, and I won’t be home till late Tuesday night. Ah, Blondie Heart of Glass. If I do go to Atlantic City I will just try to lose myself in the music and the beer, and try to brush off the endless hustling as best I can. Private dancing—the death of strip clubs.
I really don’t want to go back to Atlantic City tonight; but for just 15 euros which includes 2 free drinks, it is really not expensive to see some naked bosoms at least, though I find the stage show utterly involving (and I find any strip club where the girls keep their knickers on quite absurd). Hard to believe this place gave me some of the highest nights of my life. It excited me so much back in 2003, 2004. A lot of things excited me back in those days; before I fell in love with my wife. After that nothing really excited me again (except her, of course).
Only leaving my hotel this morning did I realise that Boobs Gentleman’s Club is in the same street as my hotel. A more upmarket and expensive place than the Schillerstraße clubs I expect. I did see a few groups of Syrian-looking men at the station, and the area by the side has been fenced off as a kind of reception centre but that is all. Just a longer journey to Vienna than expected though. I have to stay in Munich again Monday night. Better to just save my money for the Sexyworld kabins and not waste any anywhere else in Munich.
Into Bad Angel, and as expected from my previous visit, all the girls are supermodel thin and one or two hideous boob jobs as well. Just two customers (Atlantic City was busy with men), but they looked like rich Americans who were literally showering the girls with banknotes. I left without finishing my free beer (20 euros to get in with one free beer). Up the road into Piano Lounge. Small place, free to get in but 7 euros for a beer. The girls come to you and try to sell you the usual 50 euro private dance. It seems crazy they cannot offer you dances for cheaper; are they really not allowed? Again I left without finishing my beer. Into Tiffany. Six girls but no customers at all. I turned around and left. By now I couldn’t be bothered with any of the other places, so just went to Sexyworld and enjoyed the videokabins, the best I have ever been to. An enormous range of big breast films. Home via the station grabbing a couple of rolls then sleep.
Munich was crossed off my list a long time ago and this stay has just put a 4th or 5th line through it. I was shocked at the number of girls in Atlantic City, I counted 15 which was a lot in that small space. There were a lot of good-looking girls, to be honest. Atlantic City has real curves, bosoms & bottoms, but for a ridiculous 50 euros private dances are out of the question. The girls were still very busy giving them. In Munich there is nothing better on offer so men prepared to pay I suppose. Every club charges the same, so it must be a price set by the authorities one would have thought. Back in 2003/4 they were 25 euros and that was cheap enough to tempt you to have 1 or 2 or 3, but at 50 euros I won’t even have one. Still 15 euros to get in with two free drinks. The kabins were poor, a very small selection of films.
Just thinking about taking my love to the Neue Pinakothek and showing her Die Sünde, and incredibly there are tears in my eyes as I think about showing her THAT picture. How can a PAINTING bring tears to your eyes, have this much of an effect on you? I saw it first at a particular time in my life, and it knocked me for six. I just literally wiped a tear off my cheek.