Went out after 1am Thursday night for the short stroll over the road to Manhattan. A lot of new girls—no Melissa and no Adelina. Denisa still there and the one shining star. I popped into Tete a Tete on my way back, expecting little, but there was actually already a few customers there and it had a good atmosphere. I bought a drink for some busty blonde Hungarian while she massaged my swelling member, and then just about 0250, presumably because some critical mass of men had been reached (there was about 10 of us by now), a girl started dancing around the pole by the door, and I was shocked to see she actually stripped completely naked, knickers off as well, something I never expected to see in Vienna. Four girls danced, my busty blonde being the last of them, but by then it seemed some men had left and the critical mass no longer existed so the dancing stopped again. It was really wonderful while it lasted; I spent another 18 euros on beer while enjoying the show, so I think it would make them more money if they made the girls dance in permanent rotation. It makes such a difference if you have something to look at. Turned on by Denisa and the busty blonde, and the Tete dancing, I felt like it had been a good night.
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Once again I managed to get through an entire trip
Once again I managed to get through an entire trip—one night in Brussels and four nights in Vienna—without doing anything with any of the floozies in the night bars or kinos. I went into Fifth Avenue, Le Coin, Manhattan, Fortuna Kino, Burggasse Peep, WSK x2, Tete a Tete, and left with my chastity intact. I didn’t fancy anyone, or just was not at all in the mood. The videokabins were rubbish, the kino films were rubbish, so that didn’t help. I was just out of sorts the whole time really. I always leave home with lurid pornographic fantasies of what I am going to be getting up to, but then come home having done nothing. I am half pleased and half sad. As soon as I get home I will regret not doing anything. I think this will be my last trip for quite a long time. I have to try to repair my parlous finances now. If I am sated with Vienna and sated with Brussels, and still no real desire for Berlin, then this is a good opportunity to rein myself in. At least I have got a window seat for this four-hour train back to Munich; that makes it slightly less of a pain.
After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend
After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend I came back to the hotel to sleep. I woke later and forced myself to go out to Tete a Tete and Manhattan. I really really had no desire for it whatsoever. The Tete girls were nice enough but it never crossed my mind to do anything with them; I was more interested in the lovely little framed pictures on the wall, some miniature Klimts and two rude pictures by an artist I do not know. They look like Thomas Rowlandson but doubt this in Vienna, so guess it may be some Austrian Rowlandson-like painter. It says something about me that I come to a brothel and am more interested in the pictures on the wall. I seem to be becoming increasingly averse to real life women. In Manhattan, the same. Melissa the only good one, but I felt no desire even for her. Two beers in Tete and one in Manhattan and I came back to sleep again. Up at 630 for lovely eggs & bacon in the hotel restaurant then back to bed again and then overslept till now, 3PM. No desire at all to go out tonight, my last night, so I might as well just go to WSK and that will be it. The Burggasse Peep kabin films are so rubbish I can’t be bothered to go there again; the ML Revue kabin films are rubbish too. I might go back to Fortuna Kino but it is such a long walk from the tram stop; could try the Wahringer Kino, but probably will just slump in WSK for a while.
Before I even reach the Dorint bar again I doubt I will get to the Butterfly House today
Before I even reach the Dorint bar again I doubt I will get to the Butterfly House today either. I noticed how big my head is compared to the rest of my body when I looked in the mirror in the early hours of this morning, having got back from Tete-a-Tete and Manhattan, which is quite something considering how big my body is. I noticed the same thing today in the lift mirror on the way down to the bar just now. Four solid days of debauchery is making my head bigger, my arse so sore I can hardly sit or shit, and my foreskin stings with soreness. Still I push on! This is my courage. I never moved more than a hundred yards from the hotel yesterday. Drank a lot in the hotel bar, ate a meal which did not fill me at all, so crossed over to Cafe West End for a proper filling meal. Back to room to sleep (too long) then started out to Tete-a-Tete and Manhattan. Left Manhattan at 3am when I was the last man left in the bar (though I think there were a couple in the bedrooms getting their filthy ends away). There were a couple of really sexy girls in Tete-a-Tete (Romanian Flori and Ukrainian Natasha) but I was the only man so that awkwardness made me leave. Manhattan by contrast was loud and busy and full of life. No more than 4 or 5 men perhaps, but two of them in particular were very happy and very loud. Again, at least 2 very sexy girls there, plump Romanian Denitsa and another slimmer black-haired Romanian. The girls here at least make some effort to do a little stage dance (without removing anything) so at least there was something to watch and the other men at least took the girls’ attention away from me, so I could have a couple of beers quite undisturbed. The jukebox was the best thing, it showed the videos as well as play the songs. The one disappointment of this trip is no music channel at all on my TV, so it was only by coming here to a brothel that I got to see my first new music of the trip! And some fantastic songs, too. Boris Bukowski Kokaine, Arash Salamati, Lasercraft 3D Nein Mann. I sat there at the bar just enjoying the music videos. Till 3am when the other men one by one drifted away and I returned to my hotel to see how big my head looked in the hotel wardrobe mirror.
Third night in Vienna
I actually liked Amanda much better today
I actually liked Amanda much better today; and fancied her as much as I did when I first saw her 3 weeks ago. She was sweeter to me as well, because I was not so drunk as yesterday. Again I stayed till after 9. I walked right past Dream Bar, Alm, Angelique 1 & 2, had a quick beer in Bar Haus 6, Okay Bar, and Manhattan (with a piccolo for Vivian), and 2 in Tete a Tete. A McDonald’s then bed. Early Saturday morning and I feel depressed now, as always after drinking. When the fog of depression lifts though, I think I will be keen to come back to Vienna for a third visit but stay longer next time, of course. My 640AM flight to London is delayed by a technical problem (ice on the runway), and here we still are, in Vienna airport, at 7.33.
Will I retrospectively look back on this trip to Vienna and decide it was NOT so bad after all?
Will I retrospectively look back on this trip to Vienna and decide it was NOT so bad after all, as I usually do? And start to want to go straight back again? I really do not think so. I think if there was anything I would do different is that I would spend MORE time drinking in the hotel bar, and less time travelling across Vienna to anywhere else. Drink as much as I can in the hotel bar, go next door to the Guesthaus on the corner for food (or station McDonald’s). Pour Platin was always in the perfect position for the drunken end to the night, just 50 feet or so from the hotel. Perhaps I could try again at Tete a Tete. If I could be turned on enough in ML Revue beforehand perhaps I could finally finally take one of those Tete a Tete girls into a room. Forget the rest of the Gurtel, it is a waste of time. It is Tete a Tete or nothing. I will return though on the No.6 tram to Favoritenstraße. Actually just around the corner from the Fortuna Kino was an Irish Pub and and an English pub in the same street. Perhaps that could become a new centre in Vienna. And the studio flats of Cora, Daria and Irina are just around another corner in Triesterstraße. Perhaps I did miss my chance of a good time in Vienna. You see! I am retrospectively making Vienna out to be so much better than it felt when I was there! I am talking myself into going back. I think wasting so much time in the Gurtel did drain all my energy and dispirit me. I should focus my activities in short sharp bursts, small distances with maximum effect.
After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon
After a night of appalling indigestion caused by drinking too much, I finally wake at 12:30 in the afternoon. I arrived in the lobby to find the 3 pretty bargirls just leaving. So I know I must get to the bar before 3 if I want to find another Lotta. I have already crossed Brussels off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. And I have already crossed Munich off of my list, there is really no point going back there anymore. I feel now that I am going to have to cross Vienna off my list as well; that will just leave Berlin. I have two more nights in Vienna to see if Vienna can be saved. Oh this cute brunette little bargirl just brought me peanuts. Worth staying in the bar a while longer then. Then what is the plan? I will get —-‘s boots tomorrow, and instead get the 6 down towards Triesterstraße, Quellenstraße, Favoritenstraße and Davidgasse. I feel nothing but a kind of dread and trepidation. Thinking then I will try to get the U1 up to St Stephen’s and look for the Hollywood Go Go place, but I have no expectation it will still be there. From there I can get the U3 back to the hotel, and depending on the time try the nearby ML Revue and even go back for my ritual humiliation to Tete-a-Tete.
It was a few minutes before I saw the solitary butterfly—a black one all on its own
It was a few minutes before I saw the solitary butterfly—a black one, all on its own. Gradually, more and more slowly appeared, as if attracted out by our company (they are as reticent and hesitant as the Vienna whores, and as luridly coloured). There were not many other people there either, just me and a few other sensitive young men. The whores were sleepy and sluggish, and didn’t really want to move to get up to talk to me, preferred to stay sitting curled up with each other. They could not be bothered to uncurl themselves for me. Instead they just all watched me, curious, contemptuous, till I finished my drink and left.
Vienna has got the laziest whores in Christendom
Vienna has got the laziest whores in Christendom. I am pleased with myself, however, for a good reconnaissance mission in Manhattan, Pour Platin, Tete a Tete, and Heart.
The Stripper 