Brussels

[Ripple67]

This place is a bar, brothel, a bar working girls, or whatever you want! Or they are of course beautiful girls, and of course, a champagne bar and more.

I went there several times, and each time I had a very good evening.

Yes I love this place and the company of this girl, and no I am not the owner of this place.

Yes this is more expensive than going to see a girl in an apartment, but the atmosphere is very different and more fun, than go fuck a girl in 15 minutes.

Thanks for replying. But mongers would like to know what choice (number) of girls is available and how much they charge. Their web site doesn't give this info. Just lots of seductive come-ons.

You say this place is more expensive than visiting a girl in her apartment. But most Brussels in-call girls are charging 200E an hour- and at least you get to see what you're getting. I agree 15 minute 40E fucks are very unsatisfactory.

[Eeyore]

Hi,

First props to Delta Indigo on the hotel tips. I'm at the Crown Plaza Palace, having scored a room for just over €100 a night, a little over half what the Hilton charged. The room is nice and convenient both to Rogier metro station and the North Station. Rather than be all international and multi-lingual, I'll be lazy and just Anglicize place names and hope they are familiar for people.

Next, I've got to say that the RLD has significantly declined since I last visited in 2007. The decline has paralleled Amsterdam's decline with similar factors. There are signs that criminal elements moving in, particularly parasitic pimps from Eastern Europe and Africa. Local news stories support the evidence of this trend. Some of the houses are run by local women, but there are signs that the gangsters are taking over. It is hard to tell what is going on.

From the Crown Plaza, it is easy to walk along Saint Lazarus under the tracks to the RLD. First you come across the Linee / Planters side streets.

On Linne and Planters, most of the women working were Africans and most looked pretty sad to be there. The few European women were very used up and not at all attractive. Some 1s and 2s that I wouldn't fuck with my worst enemy's dick. Signs of heavy substance abuse. It didn't feel safe or right.

On Aerschott, most of the women working were Eastern European. After several interviews to try and discern if they were independent and free to come and go as they please, mostly in their broken English, bad French and some random Italian just to confuse people, I settled on a fresh, young Bulgarian named Cathy. She was working in a house that had a protective Belgian woman working the desk. Maybe I made a mistake, but she seemed pretty much on her own and not captive. Still, she was less into it than I had hoped or expected. The session was €50 for something impersonal and mechanical and that was the best I could do after several loops.

So there you have it. Brussels RLD is still there, but I would not recommend it for anything but a quick, impersonal in-and-out.

[MrPurple]

Can anyone recommend any girls to keep an eye out for? In Brussels for the next couple of days and have some free time on my hands.

[MrPurple]

Heading to Brussels tomorrow on a business trip. Can anybody recommend any girls to be on the look out for?

[Carlosbrussels]

I checked out your site. It looks like the kind of place where you can pay E75 for glass of 'champagne' for a girl.

Its obviously not bar. But a brothel.

But no mention of how many girls are available or what their rates are.

So Carlos, are you the owner or a satisified customer?

I suggest punters exercise caution until these questions are answered.

Ripple

This place is a bar, brothel, a bar working girls, or whatever you want! Or they are of course beautiful girls, and of course, a champagne bar and more.

I went there several times, and each time I had a very good evening.

Yes I love this place and the company of this girl, and no I am not the owner of this place.

Yes this is more expensive than going to see a girl in an apartment, but the atmosphere is very different and more fun, than go fuck a girl in 15 minutes.

[LionHart1]

I will be in Brussels north in 2 days any one any nice pickup club, looking to find nice girl who can spend evening.

[SmartEuropean]

hi guys. weeks ago i have been in brussels a couple of days for job and i had a walk in the rld to have some fun. but, to be honest, i have been quite disappointed.

the first day i went there about at 4 pm, the second one about at 8 pm, for the night session, both times not in the week end.

i guess it is all the stuff i do not like: i mean the glass barrier, the fact that, if you want to talk to a girl, you have to enter in her <office . i mean not a neutral area. the fact you have to walk and so do not have so much time to look, to think, to decide, the fact that most of them are or absent minded (normal when you sit for hours behind a window staring all the time at the same view) or busy with their cell phones. last but not least: most of them wear bikinis, which are not, inho, that much sexy if you are not an absolute stunner. much better, for me, sexy clothes so that you can imagine what you like.

i did not like that much, then, also the quality of the offer (and a good number of windows were closed, maybe because of the difficult times we are in) : mostly east europe girls, too cold at my eyes. and the very pretty few ones had fake boobs, which is very upsetting for me.

in both cases i walked few times up and down without choosing my prey, also because i did not like the idea of having so short time (about 15 minutes according to the reports) for the whole deed, considering that they already were cold days and i was dressed accordingly.

at the end: not my cup of tea at my age and after too many wonderful trips in south east asia.

i went to the only peep show of the area, too: old and chubby ladies at one euro per shot.

one piece of maybe useful information: in the last windows on the side far from the station, most girls were available at 30 euros instead of 40.

sorry, but not action to tell you this time, just a bit of complaints and of blue mood.

[Delta Indigo]

Can anyone recommend any hotels near Gare du Nord?

Looking for recent experiences and provider-friendly.

I usually stay in the Crown Plaza Hotel when I visit Brussels for this reason, it is well situated a short walk both to Gare du Nord and the central square in Brussels.

[Eeyore]

Can anyone recommend any hotels near Gare du Nord?

Looking for recent experiences and provider-friendly.

[Zy Zzyzx]

this is less about my particular trysts than simply describing the area and what to expect, with the readers hopefully learning from a few mistakes that i made.

i've been to brussels a couple of times but never had the opportunity to check out the infamous rue the'aerschot area (i'll use either the french or dutch version of the street names depending on whatever is easier for this yankee to spell). about two months ago i was in town and based on the reports in this forum, decided to give it a go. knowing full well in advance that it would be industrialized services at best, i still liked the idea of some brief fun for just 40 euros, the equivalent cost of a few drinks at a fancy hotel bar. why not?

my first exploration was on a saturday afternoon. from central brussels by the grand place, i took one of the frequent trams to the gare de nord train\subway station for a couple of euros and simply walked to the eastern exit of the station (by the way, there are a couple of atms in the building if you need cash). the moment i stepped outside onto rue the'aerschot i could see what the reports were talking about. in either direction along the front of the buildings opposite the station were many storefront windows with some sort of neon lighting, despite it being just after noon. most of those windows, though certainly not all, contained a usually pretty woman in a skimpy bikini or lingerie, some eyeing potential customers as they walked by, others smoking a cigarette (a turnoff for me, even though i smoked for 10 years) , reading a book, or chatting away on a mobile phone. direct eye contact often was returned with a gesture to come inside but often there was just a sultry stare back in my direction. there were something like 30 different windows along the stretch starting on the south where aerschot merges with rue the'brabant (just south of the station) to the north at the intersection of aerschot and rue quatrecht, some holding just one woman and a chair, others much larger with multiple couches and ladies. there were many more windows north of rue quatrecht past a car wash all the way to the big intersection with av. de la reine but to tell you the truth, the area gets increasingly deserted beyond the car wash and there were plenty of choices in the initial stretch. those looking for bargains might want to consider venturing northward.

i've never been to amsterdam so i have no point of comparison for its version of the rld but the streets here were surprisingly 'normal' for hosting this sort of business. given the cobblestone pavement and the attempt at a little landscaping, it looked like any european city street outside of a tourist zone, albeit one next to a train station. at this time of the day, the sidewalk had only a few pedestrians, the vast majority of whom walked by the women without paying any attention. a few checked out the offerings out of curiosity but appeared to be headed off to home, work, or shopping. a very few, including myself, took a more leisurely stroll with more lengthy looks inside, but attracted no adverse attention from folks on the street when doing so. this was certainly not a war zone or an area that seemed the least bit threatening, despite what i had read about the area surrounding the nord station. no thugs, no dark alleys, no discernible potential for violence. this part of the neighborhood looked like most modest parts of older usa cities, no better but no worse either. i wouldn't hesitate to hang around in this area, especially during the day. other parts of the larger rld such as north of the car wash on aerschot and the maze of streets around linnestraat are more dicey (to a first timer) but still i didn't perceive any obvious threats that would be beyond the norm for a big city in 2012. the usual rules (don't get stupid drunk, don't flash cash, walk with purpose, act like this isn't the first time you've been there, etc.) always apply.

quite surprising to me were the quality of the women. i'the say that 15% were real stunners. 60% were pretty enough. 20% were ok but not to my taste, and just 5% were butt ugly. those are amazingly good odds, better than most strip clubs and certainly far, far better than the average american hooker who would give it a whirl for us$56 (at current exchange rates). some of the knockouts were tall blond nordic blonds while the others flaunted lush mediterranean bodies and knowing eyes. one nice thing was that every woman i met spoke great english, which seems to be the common language for both providers and customers in this area.

i started off by signaling to one extremely hot lady (balkan maybe?) to find out the price, expecting serious inflation from one of the top choices on the street. but no, it would still be '40 euro for suck, fuck, and touch one position. 50 euro for many positions'. ok, so rates were pretty stable. good. i told her i'the be back.

after a little more reconnaissance, i dropped into the den bureau for a cold belgian beer. i was in for the duration and wanted to think about things, as well as arrange money and stuff. the den bureau was actually a nice enough little neighborhood boozer, populated with a regular crowd of french-speaking belgians. the bartenders i encountered there were always women and mostly friendly, but keep in mind that you are walking into someone else's local and it's best to keep a low profile. the convenient upstairs loo at the den bureau would come in handy during my visits to the area. beers are cheap and the place is clean. recommended. it's on aerschot on your right as you exit the train station.

i took another stroll with the intent of returning to the woman i first spotted. alas, she was gone from her window and the offerings i saw at that time were not as interesting (i was getting picky now; another time and place i would have been happy with any of them!). so to kill some time i ducked around the corner to rue quatrecht where the edge of the 'real' neighborhood begins. i went into café de la gare for another beer and it was ok, though i didn't get as friendly of a reception as i did at den bureau. it's clean, reasonably priced, and has a handy loo though. the few customers in there seemed surprised that i was there, though not in any bad way. i didn't recognize the language they spoke but i assume it was from north africa or the middle east.

i went back to check on my intended target but alas, she hadn't returned (or if she did, she was snapped up) , so i decided to go try a different part of the rld. from the café de la gare i walked over to the main neighborhood shopping area along rue the'brabant, which more or less parallels aerschot, and then headed south. this was actually quite interesting. the zone would not have been out of place in istanbul, crammed with food shops, hardware stores, kabob stands, and hookah cafes, filled with families picking up provisions, with most of the women wearing head scarves. it was odd knowing that less than 50 meters away from one of the places i could buy a giant box of baby formula i could get some world class pussy for just a little bit more.

i continued down to what would be the southeastern part of the rld, the area around the intersection of rue de la prairie and linnestraat. both the north-south and east-west blocks in the area had the standard neon-lit windows, but the ethnicity of the women had changed dramatically. just about everyone i spotted were of african-descent and a large proportion of them were 'thick' bordering on fat. i like my women with some meat on them but some of the offerings were just plain sloppy. and what was weird was that in a few windows, especially the non-african ones, the women were quite old and unattractive. i don't know if they were just sitting there admiring the view while waiting for their workers to arrive but if there's a niche market out there for ugly grandmas, this would be ground zero. in addition, the streets often had no people other than myself walking around, which is something i don't like. nothing obviously dangerous though (and many of the folks on the street were young women going to or from ordinary jobs, so it wasn't exactly all that threatening) but some of the deserted blocks gave me pause the first time i strolled down.

there were a few gems among the offerings though. i spotted a very cute nigerian with a brilliant smile and lovely lips in a window on linnestraat and on a whim i decided to see what i could get away with. i had other things to do and my first trip around the area had been very informative, so i would be satisfied for a little something now and then return later that evening. i asked her how much a quick blow job would be and she immediately countered with 20 euros. that seemed more than reasonable to me and i went in.

she locked the door and led me to her 'office', a little cubicle behind the window and shielded from the street by a curtain. it was actually nicely done, with lots of pillows, a small narrow bed, low red lighting, a little african pop going on, some incense, and little frilly touches. reminded me of an old girlfriend's bedroom back in college. i gave her the 20 and stood there, expecting her to drop to her knees, undo my pants, and get busy. no. she was insistent that i undo my trousers and asked me to lie back on the bed. fine, the end result would be the same either way. she slipped on a condom and gave a decent blow job, but because, i think, the condom was lubricated (perhaps even with a spermicide) , she apologized and went to the sink to rinse out her mouth even though it was still a work in progress. we repeated this little cycle of sucking and rinsing a couple of times, which actually gave me a few moments to relax and hold back, which was fine with me. after about seven minutes or so of moderately ok skull fucking, she looked up at me and asked what happened to that 'quick' blow job? i laughed and threw her another 10 and she went back to work, and i dutifully finished. apparently it was also up to me to clean myself up (where are those ever helpful thai women when you need one?) but i wasn't rushed, and we talked about nigeria and her favorite pop artists. having accomplished what i set out to do, i walked back to the center of brussels (about 20 minutes) and made plans to return.

that night (saturday) i wasn't able to break away until late. in fact, i didn't get to the nord station until about 11:00pm, and my plan was to jump off, hit the first available beauty, and then get back to the station before the trams stopped running after midnight. but exiting onto aerschot i could see that the atmosphere had changed markedly. instead of busy pedestrians going somewhere, almost every window had a collection of two to six men just standing there staring at the women. i'the guess that the average age was between 17 and 25, though there were some much older guys hanging around. i'the also guess that most were northern african or middle eastern. they stand there much like guys in the states stand at the stripper rail, ogling the goods and making what i assume to them are suave come-ons. everyone once in a while the groups would move around, shifting position on the street, or strolling casually to new locations. the women seemed amused, often staring back with either well-practiced blank looks or egging them on. on rare occasion i saw guys pool their money and push one of their group towards the door.

none of this was threatening and i would guess that if i grew up in the same neighborhood, this is how my high school buddies and i would have also spent saturday night. but it really wasn't very inviting, because to get to one of the windows to knock, i'the have to push through a group and then have them watch me as i made the negotiation. perhaps with a few beers under my belt i wouldn't care but this evening i decided that it didn't make a lot of sense to have my own private audience at night in a neighborhood i had been to exactly once before. i also decided that i'the just be an observer and split early enough to catch the last tram for sure. i think it was a good choice.

i returned late the next afternoon, did the stroll along aerschot (this time without the gawkers) , saw a couple of excellent choices, and went back to the den bureau for something to drink. that was a mistake. i actually had a good time there, chatting at the bar with a couple of other tourists from various european companies, and we drank multiple times to world peace, eu prosperity, and cheap beer. the mistake wasn't the booze or the company, it was that when i finally said goodbye, it was a little after 6:00pm. that's a very, very bad time to check out the goods, as it seemed to be between shifts in every location i checked out. huh? is there a union for these women? all the windows were deserted and in fact some had gone dark, making me worried that maybe they all knocked off at 6 on sundays as a matter of custom. then i could see a couple of women getting set up so i knew i would be ok, but the availability was extremely limited. so i ducked back into the café de la gare for a pastis to wait for the new crew. finally i gave it another go at 7pm, and things had improved markedly.

right around the corner i spotted a stunner alone in her window, knocked on the glass, and made the deal. this one was perfect. she was half bulgarian and half dominican (as in the dominican republic) , a tiny thing with a perfect ass, narrow waist, a fantastic tan, super smooth skin, an amazing set of knockers (i could care less that they were store bought. they were lovely!) , and a gorgeous face to complement her hard body. her 'office' wasn't as secluded as the nigerian's, basically a small bed, a table, and a lamp, all surrounded by curtains that didn't quite meet the floor. she also offered the standard 40 euro for one position. 10 euros more for two or more, but i knew what i wanted and went low. with the lamp off and the area dimly lit, we both undressed (though she kept her high heels on) and as clothes were removed, i just couldn't believe how fucking lovely she was. i decided to break the ice and told her that i'the give her a massage to start. she liked the idea, laid face down, and i straddled her ass, giving her a deep rub over those beautiful muscles from neck to butt. she seemed to enjoy it and would have just laid there if i let her, but i couldn't resist any longer and got up to get the party started. she asked me what position i wanted and seemed surprised that i wanted her on top. i laid down, she gave me a nice blow job to start, and then jumped on top facing me. i spent my time in heaven sucking on those lovely nipples, licking anything that came in range, and just drinking in her scent. i lasted as long as i could, and had i the money i would have slipped her another 40 just to hang around. but these are tough economic times, so we chatted about her interesting family background before i reluctantly left. this was 40 euros well, well spent.

my next opportunity came on a tuesday night around 8pm. there were a few groups of onlookers on the street but they were far less in number than on saturday night and i was more used to them now. as i expected, the windows were bursting with choices. i popped into my new local (the den bureau) for a quick one and this time things were pretty much the same in terms of variety and quality when i went back out on the street. i cruised up and down the street a couple of times, and spotted a lushly built, tall, raven-haired woman with cleopatra eyes who flashed me a great smile. i'm a sucker for such things. unlike my two previous experiences, she was not alone, and had two other women working the same set of windows as well as a mamasan tucked out of the way. it was the standard 40 and she led me to a little area in the back with 'walls' that were just curtains. unlike the hesitant nigerian and the shy dominican\bulgarian, this one was talkative, outgoing, and charming, more like the most popular stripper at a high class club in manhattan. in fact, she was quite funny, cracking jokes, dropping puns, and making me laugh. but at its core this was all business, and we were on a mission, at least in her way of thinking. the bright light on the table stayed on and i felt a little silly standing there buck naked while she went off to pay mama. when she came back she opened the curtain wide briefly and i had a full view of the window and if anyone cared, they would have a full view of me, but that didn't seem to bother her. she dropped her panties, kept the bra and spikey heels on, and continued her banter as she got to work as i laid on my back. in fact, in the middle of blowing my cock she stopped, looked up at me with devilish eyes, and announced that she was romanian and as such, did i mind being sucked by a vampire? no, i did not. i asked her to jump aboard when my position of choice was requested (and again it seemed like the missionary was the preferred option for these women) but this time she did a reverse cowgirl. fine with me. unlike the bulgarian-dominican where i basically controlled her tempo, my vampire bounced on my dick in a blur of moving transylvanian butt (a very nice butt, by the way) , accompanied by a stream of well-practiced moans. i'm not sure if the sounds were just the standard hooker fake howls or whether she thought i'the find it funny (which i did) but i really didn't care either way at that point. after a while i couldn't hold back but i can't imagine that any normal heterosexual guy could go for very long when attacked by what was essentially a hyper-drive high speed milking machine. this was industrialized, assembly line fucking that would make henry ford proud, and i doubt that from start to finish, even with us chatting for a while after the cleanup about when the new twilight movie would be coming out in brussels (how was i supposed to know?) , the whole thing took more than 15 minutes. not exactly a gfe, but i got what i paid for.

by the time i exited the little curtained room, my vampire was back at work in her window perch. what sort of surprised me was that she walked up to me and kissed me right on the mouth. i wouldn't have figured her for a kisser (it consumes a few seconds of valuable time and most hookers don't like to do it) but i've been wrong before. this brief encounter, with a lot of touching as we said goodbye, was witnessed by two neighborhood guys (maybe 19 or 20 years old) who seemed impressed that i had been inside this particular den of iniquity. one asked me a question i didn't understand and the other translated, explaining that his friend specifically wanted to know what her pussy was like. i was briefly taken aback because it wasn't what i expected. i figured the question would be more generic as in 'how was she? ' or 'how much' rather than asking about one particular aspect so the only thing i could think of on the spot was 'tight as a goat, smooth as a camel'. this seemed to break up my two friends and as i headed into the station and left aerschot for the last time, they were absolutely howling with laughter.

cheers!

p. s. : my suggestions based on this limited experience: (1) don't go on saturday night. (2) try the daytime when choices are fewer but quality is high and there isn't a huge rush. (3) avoid the multi-women windows. (4) don't wear a lot of clothes. (5) check out the adjacent areas for deals and less pressure to get in and out. (6) save the extra 10 euros as you really aren't going to have a lot of time to go through the kama sutra. (7) check the tram schedules carefully, because there is only limited service after midnight. (8) make sure you get there before 5pm or after 8pm.

[Ripple67]

The best bar is for sure Machiavelly, you can see on.

http://declic.org/browse/club/bar/ma...sel-l2383.html

You can see also video!

Best,

Carlos

I checked out your site. It looks like the kind of place where you can pay E75 for glass of 'champagne' for a girl.

Its obviously not bar. But a brothel.

But no mention of how many girls are available or what their rates are.

So Carlos, are you the owner or a satisified customer?

I suggest punters exercise caution until these questions are answered.

Ripple

[Carlosbrussels]

The best bar is for sure Machiavelly, you can see on.

http://declic.org/browse/club/bar/ma...sel-l2383.html

You can see also video!

Best,

Carlos

Dears,

I will be in Belgium for a week in mid-November. Could you please let me know some good pick up bars, pubs in Brussels or Belgium in general?

Thanks,

Q

[Carlosbrussels]

I met a pornstar escort Sensual J, she was very nice and it was really sensual J! We fucked the same as those porn movies. It was great! You can see his ad. With video on.

http://declic.org/browse/city-tour/s...sel-l2828.html

[Carlosbrussels]

I met a pornstar escort Sensual J, she was very nice and it was really sensual J! We fucked the same as those porn movies. It was great! You can see his ad. With video on.

[TheQuantum]

Dears,

I will be in Belgium for a week in mid-November. Could you please let me know some good pick up bars, pubs in Brussels or Belgium in general?

Thanks,

Q