October 16, 2016 §
This is the Fackel of the strip clubs and brothels of Europe. The Nietzsche books of the strip clubs and brothels of Europe.
October 15, 2016 §
The inescapable fact is my hobbies are strip clubs and brothels, and that is what I write about. The art museums and cathedrals are the salad at the side of the plate, but the strippers and whores are the meat and potatoes of my life. When I come to Berlin I live like money is no object, whereas in London I count every penny and feel the expenditure of every penny so painfully. Because in London I pay cash, and on holiday everything goes on the card, so it seems painless. One day this mountain of debt will fall down on me; the volcano I am dancing on will erupt. But, what can you do, you have to live.
July 14, 2016 §
I offer a guide to the world of strip clubs, brothels and porn cinemas from the point of view of a gentleman connoisseur—a sort of bosom Baedeker. An unhealthy obsession with bosoms and buttocks has led me to a very rich life, and an expensive one. The “voluptuous sea of scented bosoms” claimed me at a very young age, and has never let me go. The other Esmeraldas who I nearly got involved with but ran away from at the last moment were Pamela, a young Swedish girl with gorgeously pretty face and big bosoms, Lela a Romanian with the most perfect bottom, and Olga, who was just massively voluptuous all over with a big cat’s face, like Master & Margarita, my sumptuous Siberian Cleopatra, who let me sleep a couple of times at her flat while her boyfriend was “in Italy”, a euphemism I in those days had not yet cottoned on to. That I have a mind completely bitten by the serpent of sex will by now have become apparent.