Tony Parsons

Diary – 31 March 2007

Sex clubs are a bit different in Lithuania. You don’t walk down some dark alley, knock three times and ask for Lulu.

issue 31 March 2007

Vilnius

Sex clubs are a bit different in Lithuania. You don’t walk down some dark alley, knock three times and ask for Lulu. Here they come and get you. I dump my suitcase, crack open the mini-bar and pick up the usual hotel spam about pay-per-view and fine dining. And out fall all these glossy leaflets featuring high-class escorts crawling on all fours. Call to our club for free taxi!! they urge. Outside my hotel window, I see the narrow streets of Vilnius Old Town are deserted apart from cruising stretch limos, awaiting the call from lonely foreign businessmen. And I wonder — do they also bring you back? Or do you have to get a Lithuanian minicab? I’ve got those lonesome book-tour blues, and I wouldn’t mind a quiet beer. There’s a gaff that’s less obviously a knocking shop called the Eden Club Night Club. But even the Eden Club Night Club sounds as though it could be a bit too hardcore for a Monday night.

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