So many times on the bus or the train you see an incredibly beautiful girl you would like to —- but coming in to the strip club or the brothel you see no one you like AT ALL

So many times on the bus or the train you see an incredibly beautiful girl you would like to f–k, but coming in to the strip club or the brothel you see no one you like AT ALL; this is where gamers like Mr Francis win over me. However, there are exceptions. You always occasionally find a jewel in the strip clubs of London or the floozie bars of Brussels or Vienna at least. Adelina, Lucy, Andrea, Diane, legends of my life. I love the OPEN sexuality of prostitutes and strippers. The completely OUT THERE sexuality of them. I love this world, this broken world maybe, but I love this world. I have no interest in teasing, coaxing their sexuality out of them (or ability); I want it all out there, in the open, full frontal, primal, BESTIAL.clyda-rosen-06
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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.

So yes the Cine Paris films were rubbish and the street girls were rubbish but I knew they would be and: it doesn’t matter!

So, yes, the Cine Paris films were rubbish, and the street girls were rubbish, but I knew they would be, and: it doesn’t matter! It is still just a joy to be in a place where in walking distance from my hotel is a proper porn cinema, street girls, a daytime floozie bar, window girls, kabins and a strip club. That is why Brussels is still so lovely to come to. We’ve already lost the Cine ABC, California Peep Show & kabins, Paradise Peep Show & kabins, so I must treasure what is left while I can.

Yes the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful

Yes, the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful but walking along a cold street trying to shelter from the biting wind and avoid stepping in dog shit is not conducive to a sexy feeling, so that is why I do not feel like actually doing anything. Fifth Avenue is a warm, sexy environment but just hasn’t had the quality of girls this time (Ina never there when I’m there, and no Lucy at all). Le Coin has some nice women but of the heftier variety; don’t come here looking for sexy young slim things, which I don’t.

If the Turk/Moroccan/Bulgarian population rose up against their white Christian oppressors Brussels would not have a chance

If the Turk/Moroccan/Bulgarian population rose up against their white Christian oppressors, Brussels would not have a chance. 2 euros for 25cl Jupiler here in the Diamant, 3 euros for 25cl bottle of Carlsberg in Café Jimmy. Café Jimmy has the music videos though. I love the cheerful, attractive, always amiable whores of Brussels. It is a nice sensation to just sit in a little bar and watch all the whores around you. I only feel comfortable when surrounded by whores. 999 times out of a thousand I never do anything with them, but how happy I feel to be surrounded by them if I need them. God bless these women.

Well, the Dome steak was not so great

Well, the Dome steak was not so great. Very small, dry beef steak, and the béarnaise sauce was quite sickly and had a skin on top. The salad was mixed but dry; in the Café West End it comes soaked in delicious olive oil I think. But its main effect was just to make me want to sleep. I tried to have one more beer in the hotel, then to Cine Paris for Tropical Anal from yesterday and one other film I saw years ago. I felt turned on but by the time I got to Fifth Avenue I had a bad headache and was not in the mood at all. I kept drinking hoping to break through into some drunken wildness but I just got tireder and tireder. Eventually I gave up and returned along Rue des Commerçants. On the way there I had been stopped by a short black girl with most enormous bosoms called Bridget, who offered me everything for 30 euros, even anal, even kissing. I felt a little suspicious, fearing a trap. On the way back she stopped me again and I declined again, before being called back by Beatrice with a “Hello!” I let her detain me for a while this time. I woke up after 10pm but did not go feel like going to Empire this time, but in future I think the Empire might well become a good place for a late nightcap if they keep their 2 or 3 real stars.
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I am actually surprised my fat face and fat stomach did not seem to worsen at all while away

I am actually surprised my fat face and fat stomach did not seem to worsen at all while away, which is amazing after 6 consecutive days of drinking morning, noon and night. Maybe the stress I have been feeling burnt a lot of calories off all the time; I’ve always felt that stress has done that to me in the past. Or maybe I just eat less when I am feeling stressed, because my insides feels so knotted up all the time. Amazing I stayed turned on for all 6 days as well. This has been the sexiest holiday since my glory days of 2003 and 2004—also my most expensive. Now I have 3 days in London to get blind drunk in London as well if I want. It will be nice to see some proper fully-naked striptease again—this is something I miss in Brussels & Berlin & Vienna. As always I find it strange that these places that are so liberated when it comes to brothels and prostitutes, don’t have strip clubs where the girls take their knickers off.