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So I am indeed staying in my Vienna hotel room this Saturday night

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So I am indeed staying in my Vienna hotel room this Saturday night. I saw the floozies of Tete a Tete two nights in a row, the floozies of Manhattan two nights in a row, the floozies of Exzess, the floozies of WSK three days out of four; I am floozied out. Sated with the floozies. Again I’ve managed to come all the way to Vienna without doing anything naughty; well, it just means I never met anyone I wanted to have sex with enough. No doubt as soon as I get home I will be wishing I had f–ked Jackie in WSK, and wishing I had f–ked Denisa in Manhattan, but at the time I just didn’t feel in the mood enough. So I stay in my big white bed overlooking the Gurtel, listening to classical music on my last night in Vienna. Rachmaninov 2nd Symphony. Check out 12 tomorrow for the 1250 train back to Nuremberg. I think it will be a long while till I come back to Vienna.

And so if I’ve not met anyone I really fancy on this trip to Vienna that puts back any return visit to some indefinite distant point

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And so if I’ve not met anyone I really fancy on this trip to Vienna, that puts back any return visit to some indefinite distant point. I’ve not seen anything to make me rush back for. Saw nothing in Brussels to rush back for. I question my whole way of life, again. I hope I can enjoy Nuremberg on my return. The thing is, if I’d met a really mind-blowing floozie e.g. Adelina from last time, that would have lifted my spirits so much that I WOULD definitely be inspired to go to the Belvedere, and other cultural things; but with my spirits not really being lifted that much by anyone, I have little enthusiasm for the cultural things either. I should perhaps force myself up to Angelique at least tonight. One last try.

Out of all the hotels I’ve stayed in on this trip the Dorint is the only hotel where the A/C unit in the room actually works

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Out of all the hotels I’ve stayed in on this trip—Ibis Gare du Midi, Ibis Nuremberg Altstadt, Dorint and Ibis Mariahilfer—the Dorint is the only hotel where the A/C unit in the room actually works. Even though the control panel in all the other hotels seems to be working it has no effect on the actual A/C units. The Dorint is the only hotel where I can actually change the temperature in my room myself. Out of all the hotels the Dorint is the only one that has a good internet terminal for guests in the lobby—the ones in the Max Brussels, Ibis Nuremberg and Ibis Mariahilfer are all virtually unusable. I just had to abandon my attempt to do all I wanted in the Ibis Mariahilfer; it did not allow copy & paste. Terrible. Surprised and pleased to see the Ibis Mariahilfer has a music channel, Deluxe, same as the Ibis Nuremberg, but it is NOT as good as the Dorint’s GoTV. That is a great music channel. Yes, being forced to leave the Dorint has disturbed my equilibrium and spoiled my mojo. If I cannot stay at the Dorint for my entire trip in future I will change my travel dates.

The Dorint have abandoned their practice of serving their peanuts with a spoon and now serve them in a small jug which is very hard to get the peanuts out of

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The Dorint have abandoned their practice of serving their peanuts with a spoon, and now serve them in a small jug which is very hard to get the peanuts out of. I don’t think that I will go to the Belvedere. I’ve seen those pictures so many times. I will go next time. Let me just go to the WSK and Café Westend and then have a sleep, then see what I want to do tonight. It will be very boring got going out AT ALL, and yet I feel no desire for Tete a Tete or Manhattan again. The discovery of this holiday is that Tete a Tete actually seems to get more lively (more customers) than the Manhattan.

A beautiful blazing blue-skied Spring day in Vienna

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A beautiful blazing blue-skied Spring day in Vienna. I felt so turned on with Denisa in Manhattan on Thursday night and so turned on with busty blonde Claudia in Tete a Tete on Thursday night, but when I went back to both places Friday night I felt nothing for either of them. I can’t help thinking it is being forced to vacate the Dorint and decamp to the Ibis has totally ruined my mojo. The Ibis is a perfectly nice hotel but it does not feel like home like the Dorint does.

So now Saturday morning 10am my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that

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So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that. If no Adelina no point going back to Manhattan I think, or Tete, so looking like an early night tonight. I will see if I can get to the Belvedere early then back to WSK, finishing with another rostbraten. I leave London thinking I am going to f—k every floozie I see, but then I get to these places and never quite feel like doing anything, and return home having done nothing again.

Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync

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Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync. I walked down to the Ibis and checked in, ate the two rolls I picked up from the station, then went straight back out to Café Westend for a rostbraten, which to be honest I struggled to finish. I stumbled back to the hotel and slept for the rest of the afternoon. Getting up early enough to prepare for a night out, I really didn’t feel in the mood at all. I crossed over to ML Revue just to confirm again that their kabins are rubbish; never wasting my time there again. Train up to Club Exzess. The girls all take turns to dance topless on small stage but there were none I liked enough to stay for. Back down to Manhattan and Tete a Tete but even though I saw all the same girls as last night, this time I just felt no desire or interest at all. Just one beer in each place and I was ready to leave. Thrilled to find the station McDonald’s still open so I brought a hamburger royale & fries back to hotel, but again struggled to finish them, beset by hiccups that would not stop.

Went out after 1am Thursday night for the short stroll over the road to Manhattan

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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.

Well no Lotta & Sophia on this trip again. That was a once in a lifetime event

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Well, no Lotta & Sophia on this trip again. That was a once in a lifetime event. 1200 On my third beer of the day. Curious to see who is in Manhattan tonight; then Friday & Saturday I can check out Exzess and Angelique. Suppose I might as well check out Tete a Tete as it is so close (40 metres?). After three cheap days, Brussels day 1, Nuremberg day 2, Wien day 3, I except day 4 will be a little more expensive; though I may save the big splurge for days 5 or 6. But I do feel happier in Vienna than in any other city (including home). Christ, yes, I want to go to the Brocken Mountain, and the Reichenbach Falls, and the Rubicon, and the Milvian Bridge, but the pull of the sleazy nightbars of Vienna and Berlin have a hold on me that will not let go. One day. One day. “The sight of a whore is profoundly thrilling to a man” said Flaubert, and I agree with him so very much. Even if 999 times out of a thousand I won’t do anything with them.

With no more beer in my minibar and no sign of the minibar lady (oh voluptuous goddess of beer) I am forced down to the bar

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With no more beer in my minibar, and no sign of the minibar lady (oh voluptuous goddess of beer), I am forced down to the bar at 1120, which I had preferred to avoid on this trip—I don’t like the bar’s Zipfer as much as I like the minbar Gosser and in my room I can enjoy my music channel. Plans for today, perhaps the U-Bahn up to Wahringer Gurtel Kino, back down to WSK, maybe Burggasse Peep maybe not, then finish off in Café Westend before crashing out back in the hotel; ready to wake in time to go back out tonight. I will save the Belvedere for tomorrow.

So my first experience of Wien Hauptbahnhof

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So my first experience of Wien Hauptbahnhof. Stepping off the train onto the platform with that underwhelming tin roof like a slightly bigger Vauxhall bus station, the comparison with Berlin Hauptbahnhof is unflattering to say the least. Once you descend underground, however, wow. The place is enormous down below. I had to traipse for MILES to get to the No.18 tram platform (also underground). I kept following the signs, and I thought surely before I get there I will find a machine to buy a ticket, won’t I, but then finally I’m on the platform and there is nowhere to buy a ticket at all. The tram was coming so I got on nervously but was scared inspectors were going to catch me and humiliate me in front of everyone—is my ICE ticket good for a short journey on arrival I wondered, as it is in Berlin? Doubtful. At Eisenstrasse I saw two menacing looking men who might have been inspectors so I dashed off crying and started walking up the Margaretengurtel. The skies were blue, the sun was blazing down, and I was sweating like a pig. Reaching Gumpendorfer Strasse U-Bahn station I at last was able to buy a ticket and then got a tram the rest of the way to Westbahnhof. That long walk across the Hauptbahnhof underground was rubbish; I think next time I come to Wien Hauptbahnhof, I will get off the ICE at the stop before, Wien Meidling, which from the map I’m looking at now is just 4 stops south of Westbahnhof on the U-Bahn. Surely that will be much easier for me. Still, I have to go back to Hauptbahnhof on the No.18 on the way home, unless I get a taxi (which I probably will, as 8am Sunday morning I will probably have a stinking hangover and will not want to battle my way on the trams).

After finishing my 6 bottles of Gösser plus one can I bought from the station I headed up to WSK

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After finishing my 6 bottles of Gösser plus one can I bought from the station I headed up to WSK. Pleased to see Jackie and a blonde girl just finishing attending to a man in the front row and putting their clothes back on, plus another Bulgarian girl in the lobby, so the floozies are still going strong here. Sadly Jackie left about 20 minutes after I arrived so I left as well then, as the films were rubbish. I have no memory of coming back to the hotel but there is a pizza wrapper in my bin and that makes me remember eating a pizza before falling asleep. I woke 1am with a raging hangover and knew I felt too bad to go out again. I have three more nights to go out at night.

How lovely to be back in a Dorint hotel room

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How lovely to be back in a Dorint hotel room. Not only was there a Granny Smith apple left in the room for me—the only kind of apple I like—but they had stocked the minibar with just the things I drink, so there were 6 bottles of Gõsser beer instead of the normal 2, 2 bottles of sparkling water instead of 1 sparkling 1 flat, and 1 bottle of coke. It is like they studied my minibar habits and stocked the minibar especially for me! Amazing. That is the personal touch.

So on our way to Wien, 4 hours 39 minutes away

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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 wonder if February is time for me to return to Vienna

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I wonder if February is time for me to return to Vienna. I think about Adelina a lot, up there in the top 3 or 4 most beautiful women I have ever done something with. And if Fortuna Kino stopped having hookers in 2015 because of police raids, then it can only be a matter of time before WSK loses them as well, and without the porn kino sex of Fortuna and WSK, I don’t know if there is going to be enough reason to ever go to Vienna again. There is Manhattan at night (Golden Time exists but this kind of environment is not my type). Where Brussels differs from Vienna is there are bars full of hookers during the DAY rather than during the NIGHT. An interesting cultural difference. Brasseries a femmes, I think it is called in France. Beer & sex. From 12 midday to 12 midnight (roughly speaking). But with each day of the holiday that passes, and with each litre of beer I consume, my sexual desire wanes further. I can still maintain a half-erection, of course I can, but just mentally my interest is not there anymore. And honestly if WSK stops having its whores, especially the very sexy Jackie and the now gone Amanda, I really don’t think there will be enough reason to EVER return to Vienna. I have even given up on Berlin (long ago I gave up on Munich).

On my last 2 or 3 visits to Fortuna Kino I was wondering where the women had gone, the “hostesses”

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On my last 2 or 3 visits to Fortuna Kino I was wondering where the women had gone, the “hostesses”. and now reading the online forums (with the help of Google Translate) I see that the cinema was repeatedly raided and inspected by the police, and that is why from now on you just have to watch the films and that is all; and if the prostitution has been banned from Fortuna then that means it will soon be banned from WSK as well, as they are obviously on a very sticky wicket. So there we are, my eulogies to the wonderful liberal sexual freedom of Vienna, where  you could —- the girls in the darkness of a porn cinema, are proved to be wishful thinking. Even Vienna now is becoming as repressive as everywhere else. Why? No one outside the porn kino knows what it is going on inside between consenting men and women, so who on earth is it hurting???
And I have already mentioned that the Mayor of Brussels is dead set on getting rid of all the street girls around the Rue des Commercents area (known as Alhambra, I was surprised to learn) by the end of 2015.
So the ice continues to retreat. What more pleasures will we lose in 2016? For now Rue des Commercants in Brussels and WSK in Vienna hangs on by its naughty fingertips; enjoy them both as much as you can while you can.
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0515 On the train out of Vienna. Heading to Salzburg where I have just 8 minutes to change platforms

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0515 On the train out of Vienna. Heading to Salzburg where I have just 8 minutes to change platforms to catch the train to Munich, which doesn’t seem enough. Then from Munich to Frankfurt (hopefully on the high speed line this time), and then the final leg of the journey into Brussels—Brussels under army lockdown due to “imminent” attack in “multiple locations simultaneously”. Instead of getting off at Gare du Nord and walking down to my Max Hotel, I was thinking to carry on to Gare du Midi and buying a Eurostar ticket home tonight but at a cost of £133 I may think again. The metro is still suspended so I will have to get a taxi back to Midi tomorrow morning, or walk. The roads will probably be gridlocked with everyone being forced into their cars. I would have loved to have gone back to Manhattan Sunday night, to look for Adelina, but I didn’t want to drink before a 5am check out. In the end Sunday I did nothing but drink in the hotel then go out for a Café West End steak. That was it. Slept all evening and then from midnight to 4am alarm I was just tossing & turning, too tense to sleep.
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Today just WSK I expect then I will treat myself to a second Café West End Alt Wiener Rostbraten

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Today just WSK I expect, then I will treat myself to a second Café West End Alt Wiener Rostbraten. Perhaps pop back to Manhattan later but I don’t expect Adelina to be there on a Sunday so I should get away early tonight to sleep before my 530am train back to Brussels. Before I even get to WSK all I’m thinking about is food. 153pm. Still plenty of time. 224 Still some time. Well, this is my fourth day in the hotel and I’ve not seen a single person eating a single mouthful of food in the restaurant. Sad. But I think this is the way for most hotel restaurants? They get so few customers it doesn’t pay to even bother? I am as guilty as anyone; I am looking forward to eating in the Café West End a little later. Why not in the hotel? Café West End food is better. This is why hotel restaurants inevitably die. Well, 3pm now. Things are progressing quite fast actually.

There are more bars in the Gurtel still open than I thought

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There are more bars in the Gurtel still open than I thought. Just last night I saw Club Exzess, Bar Josephine, Bar Vienna Night Bar, Queen Night Bar, in addition to the ones I already know, Alm Bar, Angelique 1 & 2, Flamingo, Okay Bar, Bar Haus 6, Manhattan and Tete a Tete. I liked the atmosphere in Exzess (probably because all the girls were busy & so not one of them approached me & bothered my peaceful beer! Most gentlemen would probably hate going to a brothel & not being approached by one single girl; for me it is the absolute ideal situation), the number of customers, but its girls were not as sexy as the Manhattan girls. And Adelina, Adelina, is on a level all of her own. Up there with the legends of my travels like Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Olga & Alla. Maria. I suppose the horrible situation and likely nowhere to go of Brussels when I get back there Monday night kind of forced me into returning to Manhattan and doing something with Adelina, as it may be my last chance of glory on this trip (or ever), and I am glad I did.

115pm today in the hotel bar. First small beer (after 2 cans of Gösser in my room)

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115pm today in the hotel bar. First small beer (after 2 cans of Gösser in my room). No denying a great deal of trepidation about travelling back to Brussels tomorrow morning (530am departure to arrive 530pm). The city is still in complete security lockdown; soldiers on the streets. All shopping centres closed, all metro lines closed, all football matches in Belgium cancelled. Avoid crowds, and railway stations they say, and here I am heading into Gare du Nord, going home from Gare du Midi the next morning. Into the vipers’ nest. Very good France has forced Europe to reactivate border controls, but it just means the terrorists based in Brussels planning their attacks on France are now forced to attack Brussels instead? All bars were ordered to close by 6pm on Saturday, and I doubt if Fifth Avenue will even be open when I get there. I’ve no luck with that place. No idea what kind of Brussels I will find when I get there, and hopefully I get out in one piece.

So with great effort I FORCED myself to go out last night. Forced myself to drink the 6 bottles of Gösser in my minibar

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So with great effort I FORCED myself to go out last night. Forced myself to drink the 6 bottles of Gösser in my minibar then got the half past midnight metro up to Nußdorfer Straße and I tried the Club Exzess I had heard about. Small, and packed with men, which was good to see. Maybe 10 men which was enough to pack the place. 5 or 6 girls, who took it in turns to dance topless on stage. Probably the busiest club I have been to in the Gurtel, and the first I have seen with constant topless dancing. Though why they will fuck you but will not take their knickers off is something I do not understand. Same for Belgium, Germany, everywhere I’ve been. Baffling. How lucky we are in London that full strip is the normal. The metro runs all night on Fridays and Saturdays, but only at 15 minute intervals and it was my luck every station I entered I had just missed one, so I ended up walking back from Exzess. I stopped off in Bar Josephine for one beer (8 euros), 5 girls, no dancing, 1 customer. Picked up a metro at Michelbeuern AKH to Westbahnhof and went for late nightcap in Manhattan. Adelina and black girl were at table with two gentlemen, bottle of champagne, and Adelina was very drunk it seemed. Just watching her walk to & from the jukebox in black bra & knickers was quite intoxicating, so I hung around till she was free, then bought her a drink. If in 2003 I thought Riccarda in Berlin was the most beautiful girl I had ever slept with (in a night club), and then Maria in Pour Platin in Vienna in 2005, then I would say Adelina in Manhattan has just raised the bar. She was very drunk, gabbling at me in Romanian the whole time, and I was too drunk myself to feel anything, but a very good experience. Suddenly I was glad I had forced myself to come out. I had been thinking I will not come back to Vienna again, or not for a very long time, but Adelina has rescued things.

So Saturday in Vienna. I will try Fortuna

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So Saturday in Vienna. I will try Fortuna, then try to rebook my Monday train to Brussels for Sunday. That will give me Sunday night and Monday night in Brussels. If I cannot change my ticket to Sunday, I will try to stay in Brussels Tuesday night as well, and pay for a new Eurostar ticket for Wednesday. Though what kind of Brussels will I be staying in?? I see pictures of three army trucks outside O’Reilly’s! If Sunday is my last night in Vienna, I will try Exzess up the top of the Gurtel, before finishing for a last night cap in Manhattan. If everything in Brussels is going to be closed, is there any point going back to Brussels a day early or staying one day more? Their terror alert is raised to 4, the highest, meaning an attack is “imminent”. On my arrival in Brussels there were two black soldiers with machine guns on guard outside the Eurostar terminal. Well, if the metro’s not running how will the Fifth Avenue girls get to work? As always all I can think about is my own sexual pleasure.

The Café West End Alt Wiener Rostbraten blew me out as usual and it was all I could do to stumble back to the hotel to sleep

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The Café West End Alt Wiener Rostbraten blew me out as usual, and it was all I could do to stumble back to the hotel to sleep. I woke after 10pm and forced myself out just after midnight to try Maxim at Karlsplatz. It was as bad as I always expected it to be. Lots—lots—of skinny-looking girls, coming up to you one after the other. The dancing was pretty non-stop but as always topless only. You can fuck the girls, so why on earth can you not see them without knickers? Bizarre. The place had the feel of a Browns or Horns in London, which means pretty awful. So disappointed was I that I just left after one beer and came straight back to the hotel and back to bed. Good thing was the metro runs all night in Vienna on Fridays & Saturdays. Oh, but haha there was such a long wait for the next metro back to Westbahnhof I ended up walking all the way back to the hotel from Maxims. A 20-minute walk perhaps.