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.

When back home in London I yearn to be back in the wonderful Cine Paris but every time I walk in I see two awful films and just walk out again without even sitting down

When back home in London, I yearn to be back in the wonderful Cine Paris, but every time I walk in I see two awful films and just walk out again without even sitting down. Always I am like this. Cannot wait to get out. This time I forced myself to take a seat, and told myself I was not allowed to leave until I had at least got an erection. Well, I barely managed it, but even then it was only by thinking about that sexy black barmaid in —– in London the day before.

And Empire was so poor it for sure makes me not want to go back there Wednesday night

And Empire was so poor it for sure makes me not want to go back there Wednesday night, and will hesitate a lot about ever going back for a long time after that as well. Without Jennifer—one of the most incredibly beautiful dancers ever—it is really poor. I should only come here on a Friday or a Saturday night when at least the atmosphere is better. In a spirit of defiant masochism I may step into Gascogne tonight, if open, for the ritual 20 euro waste of time with lots of hassle/hustle. And yes the Cine Paris films were no more than OK, but what joy to be sitting again in a proper luxurious porn cinema; of the type that no longer exists in London since the tragic demise of Astral, Sunset and Soho Cinemas. 1153 My first Jupiler of the day finished. Out to shop for a second one.

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I was shocked to see so few “girls” on the street along the Rue des Commercants drag. There were just 2 girls on the Pelican corner around Café Jimmy

I was shocked to see so few “girls” on the street along the Rue des Commercants drag. There were just 2 girls on the Pelican corner around Café Jimmy, just 2 girls on the street between Pelican and Flamingo, just 2 girls on the Flamingo corner around the old closed Café Flamingo, and then just 2 girls on the Rue des Commercants itself between Flamingo and Fifth Avenue. The Mayor Yvan Mayeur’s determination to “depress” & eradicate the Alhambra scene by fining the girls and their clients 350 euros each is apparently working. Though, again, I was perhaps just too early. The early Fifth Avenue girls were poor too. The couple of Cine Paris films I saw during my brief half-hour stay were OK—OK meaning they were not the sort of thing I would ever watch at home on my computer, but they at least enabled me to get an erection; so in the in between area of being “OK”. The disaster is films that are so bad I cannot even get an erection, and the great pleasure is a film so good that I rush to find it on my computer as soon as I get back home.

The Max is really quiet on this visit; the quietest I’ve ever known it

The Max is really quiet on this visit; the quietest I’ve ever known it. The lady says they are at 50% occupancy but I would be surprised if it was as much as that. The Cine Paris films have been really rubbish, but oh what a pleasure it is to have a porn cinema to sit in at all—a long lost pleasure in London. It is worth the 14 euros just to enjoy the pleasure of sitting in a porn cinema, a really really plush one at that, whatever films are showing. There, now the lounge is filling up with people, putting their bags in the lockers—arrivals or departures I do not know. Italian.