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A very attractive black-haired policewoman going down the road puffing on a cigarette

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A very attractive black-haired policewoman going down the road, puffing on a cigarette. I don’t think the Metropolitan Police are allowed to do that. The fact that I’m sure the WSK hookers’ days’ are numbered might prompt me to return to Vienna much sooner than I otherwise might have. Is another of my favourite naughty places really about to bite the dust. I lost Fortuna Kino and Flying Scotsman in 2015. Surely I will lose WSK and Rue des Commercants at some point in 2016. I think as well as the emasculation, puritanisation, sterilisation, castration of old masculine Europe, we can say we are seeing the Islamisation of Europe. The French minister who brought in the law criminalising men who use prostitutes was Najat Belkacem, of Moroccan Muslim stock. The mayor of Brussels Sint-Joost who has made the window girls close down at 11pm at night and on Sundays is Emir Kir, another person of Muslim faith. I’m not sure who provoked the police raids of Fortuna Kino after all these years of harmless naughty fun but one would not be surprised to see an increased Muslim representation in the local Vienna government. This despite the fact when you walk up and down the windows of Rue d’Aerschot, probably 90% of the men around you are Muslim; about 50% of the men I see in Fifth Avenue are Muslim. When I am back in London, I could walk around the corner and have a pint in the Scottish Stores, the Flying Scotsman as was; how depressing would that be. Is there anything more depressing than seeing an establishment where I enjoyed some of the greatest naughty highs of my life, the “high nights that persuade us to put off suicide”, now turned into “respectable” establishments. All those crushingly depressing cocktail bars and sports bars in Stuttgarter Platz, the Gelado Cocktail Bar which once was Mon Cheri, Albert’s Bar which once was Starlight, Night Dreams and Golden Gate, etc, etc. All the sperm that was ejaculated in those bedrooms, all the orgasms, all the sexual spiritual highs.

Nowadays I tell myself if you go to the naughty places, WSK, Fortuna or wherever, I will reward you

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Nowadays I tell myself if you go to the naughty places, WSK, Fortuna or wherever, I will reward you and let you have a lovely Westend steak or lovely Westbahnhof pizza (or both). It is food that is what I really yearn for these days. I rush to get the naughty places out the way, so I can get to the food afterwards.

I can’t get over seeing the Night Porter hotel

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I can’t get over seeing the Night Porter hotel, and drinking in the Café Savoy next to it on Tuesday. That is the thrill of this holiday and I can’t be bothered to do anything else now. Maybe I will save the Butterfly House and KHM for next time—and I am sure I will want to come straight back at the first opportunity. I am enjoying this visit. Five days was definitely justified. I have discovered on this trip though that doing cultural things is a great aphrodisiac for going on to do naughty things afterwards. To drink and then deny yourself the immediate gratification of the naughty things builds up the volcano inside you, and makes it all the more pleasurable when you do get to the naughty places; the longer you can deny it the sexier it is. Obviously, however, this kind of self-control is not my strong point.
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I have not even left my room till after 2PM today

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I have not even left my room till after 2PM today. This will probably mean I am too late for the Schmetterlinghaus—where I went with Lotta in 2002—so maybe will make do with the KHM (Kunst Historisches Museum) instead. I now realise it is a big mistake to go straight from the bar to the naughty places, as I am so drunk my body is completely desensitised. I must go to some cultural places first, and that gives time for feeling to return to my body. I did not enjoy WSK or Burggasse Peep Show at all on Monday because I was too drunk. In contrast, I felt real pleasure in Fortuna Kino and WSK yesterday, having sobered up in the previous 2 hours. A coachload of about 40 Chinese women & children have just got off outside my bar window and are now filling the reception with a cacophonous racket. Please let them not stay on the 7th floor.

I don’t ever want to stop enjoying the naughty places

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I don’t ever want to stop enjoying the naughty places, and the big-breasted Esmeraldas, because to me it is the only sign of life in me, it is the only thing that keeps me feeling alive. It is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. In Brussels I want everything at once: I want Brussels Grill steaks, I want Ciné Paris, I want Fifth Avenue girls. I don’t know what to do first because I want all at once.

Increasingly as I get older I spend more time and get more pleasure drinking and eating

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Increasingly as I get older I spend more time and get more pleasure drinking and eating, and if I then do force myself on to the naughty places it is with resignation and reluctance, and I really can’t wait to be away. Christ the ——— is like a morgue now. In the two hours I was there only ONE other customer came in, a regular I recognise from before, and even he only stayed for one quick one then left me alone with the barman again. Well done ———- for killing the place stone dead. It remains to be seen if it was just because it was Monday. A miserable air hangs over the whole place now.

The great thing about travelling in Winter is it gets dark very early

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The great thing about travelling in Winter is it gets dark very early, and that makes the neon-lit naughty places so much easier to spot. In Summer you can walk around and never notice them even in the early evening. After 5pm in Winter, however, they stick out like a sore thumb. And when it’s so cold, there are not so many people on the street either. All it takes is one really great adult film to turn you on, and your whole mind set changes. The chemicals the arousal releases into your brain totally changes how you feel about everything; but will it happen. Vienna is hanging by a thread. I don’t want any other museum, or see where Karl Kraus lived, if there is nothing to do at night. If I do find something to do at night, it brings the whole city to life, even in daytime. I love Berlin because I know I have places I like to go at night. Yes, the barmaid is really cute. Not at Lotta’s level, but who is, can ever be. I just want something, or someone, to spark me to life. Vienna has always eluded me, and I hate that. Apart from that one night with the incredible Maria in Pour Platin, Vienna has always eluded me. Awakening the Night, the exhibition I wanted to see is on in the Belvedere, but I don’t know if I can be bothered now. Is there anything that can awaken the night for me?
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The link between hunger and sexual hunger is also now becoming clearer to me

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The link between hunger and sexual hunger is also now becoming clearer to me. Here in the Plaza bar Friday evening I am starving but I know if I eat that I will lose my sexual appetite and will just want to sleep, so have to keep drinking instead, so I can go to the naughty places.