So many black people use this Ibis bar. Eight other people in the bar with me now and all black; and being in Brussels this probably means from Congo (or of Congolese descent, at least). Inevitably reminded then, of course, of the epic moment (again from THE COLD ICY AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS/Stephanie days) when that Congolese man in the Ibis lavatories showed me his absolutely prodigious cock—still the largest cock I have ever set eyes on in the flesh. Yes, I doubt I will do anything with Christy, I prefer to drink & drink & drink and ogle the floozies while I’m doing it. Very rare I am sufficiently moved to do anything. Oh, but I would so much like to see that South Sea Island girl this afternoon. Having started drinking earlier today, I expect I will be blotto even sooner so little chance. 81 Montgomery. I’ve said it before, I love the place names in Brussels, and the street names. Montgomery. Churchill. Avenue Baldwin. Avenue Victoria Regina. 82 Droglos Chateau. Drogenloos.
The Stripper 