I wake at 9 dreaming of fantastic whores (3rd June 2006)

I wake at 9 dreaming of fantastic whores. Clarisse in Brussels, Alla & Olga in Berlin, Martina in Nuremberg, the green swimsuit whore in Brussels, all of whom I did NOT spend money on. Because they would all have been 150-200 Euros, but my god what memories they would have been. Also Andrea the Greek in Soho who I should have spent more time with, and the Egyptian who I should have gone back to time and time again. For all the money I have spent on whores, there are so many I should have spent money on but for some bizarre reason did not. If I was a millionaire. It has been brought home to me tonight that I will never be able to go to those places I always dreamed of, the Greek Islands, Greece, Turkey, Malta, Sicily, and those fantastic huge-breasted soft spreading Mediterranean whores. I will never be able to do that tour of Italy and all those voluptuous over-ripe Italian women. All I care about is whores. I do not regret the flat, and would not give it up for the world, but it is hard to believe I will never be able to travel the world anymore, experiencing all those sexual pleasures. Where can I ever get money from?I have to get more money. In the meantime I must confine myself to London, and Pamela the large-breasted Swedish whore, Demi the black-haired Sicilian. I even think about going back to start f—— Lydia again. Somewhere, too, Andrea the Greek and the Egyptian may be hiding. You just have to knock on the right door on the right day, and they may have been there all along, all this time, without me realising it.