In this hot blazing weather the curvy nubile young girls of Brussels are absolutely gobsmacking

In this hot blazing weather, the curvy nubile young girls of Brussels are absolutely gobsmacking. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again (my writing has been repeating itself for the past 10 years)—the men of Brussels don’t know how lucky they are. Honestly, if for any reason my company offered me a position in Brussels, I would take it like a shot. The girls of Brussels are so much more beautiful than any other city I’ve been to. Whether it’s the white Belgian girls of Brussels, or the black Congolese-descended girls of Brussels, or the olive skin Moroccan girls of Brussels. They are all extraordinary.
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Christ there were some beautiful nubile young German/Austrian girls on the train to Salzburg

Christ there were some beautiful nubile young German/Austrian girls on the train to Salzburg; and now on the train to Wien. I need to get my mojo back. I’m now so excited to get to Vienna, I feel like a coke bottle that’s been shaken up. I can’t keep still. Oh god, the time really can’t go quick enough. This is what I travel for: this excitement. How fantastic I can still be excited about arriving in Vienna despite the number of times I have been there! And I certainly had an exciting first night in Brussels.

I think the Syrians are LOVING the pleasure places of Europe

I think the Syrians are LOVING the pleasure places of Europe, from the looks on their faces—white European girls having sex with them for such little money. So available, so loose. The “Syrians” I met in Schillerstraβe Munich or the Manhattan, Vienna, anyway. This is like their paradise, with 40 if not quite virgins waiting for them, 40 very nubile young women waiting for them. “I am the dog’s bollocks”—a bizarre expression even in English. I wonder if there is any equivalent term in German, or French?

So yes a titillating evening

So yes a titillating evening— —— the black barmaid in the Dome, three great videos in the kabins, the massive bosom Christina from Italy in the window (and so many other wonderfully sexy girls), and then finding the black-haired black jacket Moroccan girl on the walk back. After almost 30 hours without sleep I slept well, through to 9am more or less. I went out to buy a can of Jupiler from the shop next door—1,40 for a large can of ice cold Jupiler rather than the hotel machine 2 euros for a warm small can—then walked round the corner into the Rue Neuve to buy some shoes. More gorgeous sexy nubile girls in the shopping centre; mouthwatering; 99 euros for a pair of boots. Back to hotel to drop them off, then here to Dome, where I write to you now.
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Koln station lived up to its reputation for beautiful nubile young girls. The Turkish girl

Koln station lived up to its reputation for beautiful nubile young girls. The Turkish girl behind the counter in Presse in blue & white stripe blouse so tight that not only did the buttons threaten to pop but the blouse bulged open to reveal almost all of her naked right tit. Quite intoxicating. Turks again! People pick their bags and coats up and rush off the train, then 10 minutes or so later they quite meekly return and sit back in their seats. Finally after 85 minutes we are moving—once more unto Berlin, meine Damen und Herren! I now have two seats to myself to spread out which has saved everything. The length of the journey no longer bothers me at all; at last I have leg room. The train driver has just made an announcement which has the remaining passengers rolling in the aisles in hilarity. German humour, as usual, has passed right over my head. It is quite sad that a 16 week evening class course in German a few years ago has still left me completely unable to understand a blind word anybody says to me.