Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish, how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in, and enjoy a cold beer at the same time. Even though the Empire girls were rubbish (Jennifer excepted), how lovely to have a strip club to stroll to at 1 o’clock in the morning just around the corner from my hotel. Even though there have been no stars at Fifth Avenue this time (Inna, Leyla, Diane), how lovely to sit all afternoon and evening in a bar full of floozies, floozies who do NOT bother you or hustle for business.
A night in Brussels so good I can barely bring myself to think about it. I am in shock and rather frightened how good it was. A couple of fairly rubbish films in Cine Paris. A stunning bottle blonde with heavy make up in the Rue des C, Amanda I think. So tempted. Then the best collection of girls I have ever seen in Fifth Avenue. Inna grinning when she saw me, spectacularly sexy. Perrie Edwards blonde all in white now looked so appealing. The black bob East European in red glitter dress. And so many others. And Brazilian Diane—like a voluptuous Demi Lovato. Demi Lovato face with purple lipstick, tight red top over voluptuous bosoms, skin tight jeans over wonderfully voluptuous arse & thighs. Standing a few feet in front of me, dancing along with her Brazilian friend to Maitre Gims Bella. I could not resist, I felt drawn towards her like the moth to the flame. Then to Brussels Grill for what seemed like the most delicious steak I have ever had there. To Empire for one beer and I could barely finish it. Pretty girl on stage but I thought I’ll just wait to see the next girl and if it is NOT my Indian-Hungarian Jennifer then I’m going. Of course, up stepped Indian-Hungarian Jennifer. As always, quite possibly the most beautiful body I have ever seen on a strip stage. After she finished as usual she went around asking men if they wanted brief 5 euro lap dances in their seats and I prayed, prayed this time she would turn and come to me instead of deliberately ignoring me as she always does. She turned and with a big smile came to me. Finally my chance to ask for a private dance, 60 euros for 6 minutes. Yes. Topless only but touching allowed, I had her breasts in my hands, my mouth. Of course 60 euros is ridiculous for a private dance but I do not regret it, on the contrary, thank god I finally did it. If anyone is worth it she is. After that, I still was unable to finish my beer so stumbled back to the hotel in a complete daze. What happened tonight? And oh god, how on earth can I save money and rebuild my finances now, when I want to come back to Brussels at the earliest opportunity and repeatedly again.
With my usual madness, after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it, I’m pleased to say. Then, incredibly, I decided to go straight back out again! It was after 10pm now and I thought I’d catch the end of the Cine Paris show, and to my amazement the films really turned me on. I say to my amazement, but actually these late night returns when I’m feeling woozy and half asleep usually are the sexiest. I’m in no hurry to rush anywhere else, so I can just sink down in the dark and enjoy the films, half-dozing. When the lights came on and the manager turned me out, I “adjusted my dress” and headed down to Empire and amazingly the girls really turned me on. Yes, it is a travesty, a strip club where the girls don’t take their knickers off (even in private dance) but with their skimpy knickers they look naked enough and I found I enjoyed the show a lot. I think Sturridge’s last gasp winner for England put me in such an energised mood I was able to enjoy everything. Or maybe it was just being back in Brussels after disappointing trips to Vienna and Berlin, making me realise I should enjoy Brussels, as the grass is not greener on the other (German & Austrian) side. And I have to say that Indian-Hungarian Sonia is one of the sexiest strippers I have ever seen in my life, topless only or not. She has the most incredible figure. Unfortunately all the girls seem to avoid asking me if I want a 5 euro dance at my chair after stepping off stage; perhaps because of too many refusals in the past, which was incredibly frustrating because I was in the mood to splash my cash on them for a change. The only girls who asked me were the ones I didn’t fancy, the 2 or 3 I did fancy asked the men to my left and to my right and steadfastly ignored ME! So frustrating!
So on our way to Wien, 4 hours 39 minutes away. A grey cloudy morning. My mood slightly improved from 24 hours earlier. I went out after 9pm and found the Hot Legs strip club/videokabins/peepshow was completely closed down! Another one gone. So the ice retreats. I went in Caribic opposite (proper name Stage 2000) and they have very good videokabins. Upstairs in the strip club (now called Crystals Tabledance) there was only one other customer, and 5 or 6 skinny looking girls. I left after one beer and I could not finish it fast enough. If you like Browns or Horns you might like Crystals but it is not for me. The Sterntaler Bar (scene of my legendary encounter with the mega-bosomed Martina years ago) was still there but its door was locked so not sure if that is still in business or not. Then I started my long walk along the windows of Frauentormauer. My god, the quality of the girls is stunning. If I rate Brussels Rue d’Aerschot as a 9, then Frauentormauer must be a 9½. I did not stop as I was really keen to go to Cabaret Bella Napoli which is at the very end of the wall. As always it had some nice looking girls and they strip NAKED—the only club in Belgium, Germany or Austria I have found where they take their knickers off as well. I queried this with one of the girls and she said “that is because this is a CABARET, not a tabledance club”. Oh. Then I wish there were more cabaret clubs. Drink for the girl is 38 euros, a private dance is 50 euros. I did not indulge this time, as I preferred to keep my powder dry for Vienna, but might on the way back; although I just realised I will be back in Nuremberg on Sunday and I do not think they open on Sundays. Back to the station for a roll and a McDonald’s, then to bed. Certainly I will enjoy the Caribic videokabins and Frauentormauer windows on my return.
I reckon if I owned a strip club or a porn kino (preferably both together under one roof), it would be the best strip club/porn kino in the world. Most of these places don’t have a clue what is really sexy (i.e. they don’t share my taste). But, I have to say, the manager here at 5th Avenue (Viktor?) has set up his place quite perfectly. The best bar of its type I have ever found. And so popular with the locals, so appreciated by locals.
Caribic was quite busy—meaning there was 4-5 other men when I arrived rising perhaps to 6-7 by the time I left. I expected to be the only one there. It was off-putting though, 12 girls I think there, but the 11 girls who are not dancing just sitting in sofas around the room watching you. Making it uncomfortable to even approach a girl because all the other girls will be watching you. Still there were 2 girls who I was really tempted to spend 50 euros taking for a private dance and that is something. Hot Legs is rubbish compared to Caribic, but for 5 euros entry and free drink it is worth popping in. White Butterfly is poor; Napoli is the cosiest, sexiest little strip club I have ever been to. But there’s nothing else to do there, except spend a massive 50 euros on a private dance. I will perhaps give one a try tonight to see how naughty or not they are.
I pushed on, past the nearly invisible Pils Bar (now Sterntaler) this time; I know there is nothing on offer there except talk, even though it is where I met the legendary Martina. I began the walk along the Frauentormauer windows. My god, there are so many voluptuous beautiful girls here! Better than the Brussels windows by a mile. Many laufhauses also with many fanciable girls. Near the end of the drag is the White Butterfly strip club. The girls seemed skinny and mediocre. For about the 5th time on this trip I thought ‘Keith would love this place’. Finally to the last place on the whole drag, the little Bella Napoli strip bar. When I came here 2 years ago for the first time I remember thinking this is the best strip club I have ever been to. The girls are so curvy and friendly. But then I thought no, it must be the drink speaking. But now on my second visit I thought the same thing again. The girls are so sexy, so curvy, so desirable. Unfortunately it is so expensive to do anything—drink for a girl 38 euros, private dance 50 euros. I just hold my beer and watch the fantastic non-stop stage show. Unable to drink anymore I made my stumbling way back along the whole length of Frauentormauer, pausing only for the voluptuous black-haired Romanian Andrea but I was too drunk to even attempt anything. Stumbled on back to my hotel in the light rain.