The other reasons apart from loyalty and poverty-induced continence for my refusals in Munich, Frankfurt and Brussels

September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

The other reasons apart from loyalty and poverty-induced continence for my refusals in Munich, Frankfurt and Brussels were, 1, with Melani I was already struggling to drink anymore so felt I could not get through to closing time so thought I will come back tomorrow, only to walk in the next night and find her not there; 2, I might well have done something with Viktoria if she had not been so damn pushy and unable to take no for an answer; she was the one girl who caught my eye, so if she had demurely come up to me and asked, then demurely retreated, I would I am sure before long have demurely asked her to come back and do something; but no she would not give up or leave me alone, and that just irritates; 3, I might well have chosen one of the four stunning Gare du Nord whores, if only the street wasn’t such a dangerous zoo of aggressive pick-pocketing, necklace grabbing North Africans. That is three times now I have had an attempted robbery from North Africans on the streets of Brussels, when it has NEVER happened to me anywhere else in the world, not even in a lifetime living in London. On this occasion, my keeping my hands firmly in both pockets obviously frustrating my two new-found “friends”, I was hit on the chest with the palm of his hand and in the same movement he attempted to snap my chain from my neck. Fortunately it just snapped but stayed in place, and I was able to hurry away, leaving the four gorgeous Esmeraldas behind.

Frankfurt

September 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

So my expensive journey back begins, via Frankfurt

September 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

So my expensive journey back begins, via Frankfurt. There were two fantastic dancers at Atlantic City, voluptuous black haired Amelia, and gorgeous crazy black-skinned Angel, but I just felt completely unmoved. How I missed the girls of the ——–, even though I can do nothing with them. And so we leave a grey Munich behind. A gorgeous Wiener Rostbraten in the Rechthaler Hof seeing me on my way. To a two-night residency in Frankfurt I am not looking forward to at all. The girls of the ——– seem so sweet to me, I now think, because there is absolutely no hustle for money, as it is the last place left with no private dances. For someone brought up on Josephine Baker, and Anita Berber and Mata Hari, great sex dancers of the stage, the inception of private dances a few years ago was the death knell to the world of Eros as much as the arrival of the internet. How I yearn for the days when a curtain would open, a girl would dance for two songs, and then the curtain would close again. Those were the glory days. The ——– is the closest place remaining to that innocent concept. But it is this innocence that drives me back to Europe to search for bigger kicks which then do not materialise. I am a George IV, a Henry VIII, a glutton and voluptuary, wasting money I no not have on food, drink and women.

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Two nights in Munich cannot end with an ignominious flight back to London. I must stop off in Frankfurt for a couple of nights as well

September 18, 2016 § Leave a comment

Two nights in Munich cannot end with an ignominious flight back to London. I must stop off in Frankfurt for a couple of nights as well. So once again, as for Brussels, Berlin & Vienna, I am left thinking I will never come back to Munich again. The point of travel seems to have gone. I am impervious to the charms of Tallulahs and Esmeraldas now. They cannot move me or tempt me. I must rediscover the intellectual content of these holidays, if I persist with them at all. I want to write like Nietzsche. I wanted to meet girls like I see at the ——–, but in a place where I am free to do much more with them. But I never meet any I feel anything for. I don’t crave for sin anymore, so much as aloneness. So what memories of this trip to Munich? The first sight as I entered the hotel was the gorgeous receptionist Frl Bahnmuller. Then the first sight I saw after entering Atlantic City was the gorgeous blonde Melani behind the bar. Two sights that made the first night so promising and made me stay a second. However, Melani, the main reason for me staying, was not there the second night. After that, the night was a miserable waste. I did not find the black heart I wanted to buy for —–, nor the black boots for myself. Lamm’s was closed down, but I have rediscovered Rechthaler Hof, which I enjoy now.

So my wait for the next great erotic experience of my life goes on

September 14, 2016 § Leave a comment

So my wait for the next great erotic experience of my life goes on. Excluding —–, and the pursuit of her was incredibly heady, it has been five years now. I think I must go back to Frankfurt. Perhaps for nostalgia to Munich also.

The next trip will have to be Munich in June, City in the Autumn Stars, Night of the Snow

July 15, 2016 § Leave a comment

The next trip will have to be Munich in June, City in the Autumn Stars, Night of the Snow, Susi, Patricia, Bella Rosa, Emily, Irina, Viktoriya, Martina, where I have left so much blood on the tracks, wow what an incredible city that has been for me, get an early flight so I can be at Intercity by 12, giving me time for afternoon Lamm’s, Augustiner, then sleep before evening Atlantic and Sexyland. Then Berlin in August, Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Diana, all long gone, an early flight giving me time for Pils and knesepfanne,then sleep before evening what? Stuttgarter Platz, is it worth it again? Ciro, Mazurka, is it worth it again? So why Berlin? Perhaps better Frankfurt? Poststraße hotel, O’Neills, then evening out. More life there than Berlin last time I went. Esmeraldas cheap and plentiful, to say the least. But oh so like a factory, not an iota of sinful seduction. Strauss’s Intermezzo blazing from the gramophone in the corner of the office.

Oh to f— a Berlin whore crunched up in the corner of a kino again!

July 1, 2016 § Leave a comment

Oh to f— a Berlin whore crunched up in the corner of a kino again! Both of us stark bollock naked bare-footed in the corner of a kino. Oh to f— a Vienna whore again—I only ever did once I think. How many in Berlin? Yulia, Riccarda x2, Iga, Diana, Michelle, Maria, Vanessa, Alla=9, is that all? Vienna just Maria in Pour Platin. Brussels? Just a couple I think. Munich zero as it is not really easily on offer there, though two hands, and I “fell in love” with Susi, Viktoriya, Irina, Emily and left more blood on the tracks there than anywhere. So Berlin 9, Brussels 2, Vienna 1, Munich 0. Frankfurt was 2 I think but I won’t be going back there again—will I? A direct ICE train from St Pancras would make it quite inviting! And I did fall a little in love with Katarina before I left last time. And I love the Balestrieri painting of people listening to Beethoven—the despair on their faces matched how I felt at the time. I feel excited just thinking about it. I have to continue a lifetime of travelling, it can never stop. Frankfurt was a thoroughly depressing experience but I feel excited about going back; this sums up my problem precisely!

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