The Euro 2012 tournament had been exciting up to the semi-final but it was a torture for the FKK girls at World and at Palace. Even top performers had endured zero days - paid the entry and tax, waited 10 to 12 hours, and went home with no income...

Two weeks ago, World was dying - few customers on Friday, June 15 (you can even find parking along the slopes that Friday night when England played). No girls were dancing on the floor - they just sat, drank and smoked....

Then on Saturday, June 30 - there were 3 large groups of International visitors - Asian, French and the Argentina connexxion plus local inspectors. The place absolutely rocked. I met a new girl named Evita or Avita, tall brunette from Madrid at 174 cm. What a body with very good fuck techniques! It was her first day on the job. I have yet to meet those two new Hungarians.

Two weekends ago, Palace was fine. But it was very slow last night (Sunday, July 1) and the place was totally dead after 1 am. Other than the new girl from Berlin, all the home team beauties took a day off. As to the Polish Mafia, they were all absent as well, except for a new brunette named Agnieska. Too bad, I had timing difference to connect with her. According to a trusted source who was on active duty last night, he told me she's totally unspoiled (2nd day at FKK Palace).

Veronika's friend from Poland (who arrived two weeks ago) now works at the bar. She's so new to the job that the other bartender had to show her where to toss the trash outside. So pretty. Too bad that she's not available.

Bitch Sasha from Ukraine was still around. In fact, she checked in just before 4 pm, just in front of me at the reception....

Regards,
Fred

I was hoping for Portugal and Germany in the Finale of the Euro 2012 Tournament ..... BUT...

Thanks to the Italian team. They save my ass at work. Last Thursday, I gave the German flag to the secretary at work as another guy was cheering for the Italian team in the semi-final. I asked her to put the flag in his office last Friday morning after Germany's victory..... As I arrived at the airport, Mario scored the first goal already....

On Sunday, when I saw the complimentary flags unfolded at the counter at Palace, I could have shit in my pants. On one side, it's the German flag. On the other side, it said "www.FKK-Palace.de".

I am not sure where that flag is. I notice that the secretary behaves a bit differently this morning when I talk to her. Maybe she's having her PMS - I hope.... NOT because she opened the plastic cover of that folded German flag and went on the Internet to check out http://www.fkk-palace.de

Otherwise, it could have been the biggest disruption over the past few weeks.

Regards,
Fred who skipped the match and enjoyed the massage for most of the Spain-Italy Finale Sunday night

P.S. Smuler, it's good to see the two FKKW mentors of yours last Saturday and Sunday. :)

Hi Fred

"On one side, it's the German flag. On the other side, it said "www.FKK-Palace.de".

Reminds me of that Golden Time towel I had taken home with me a few years ago. Obviously, all my friends were curious about the logo on the towel. And of course a certain lady friend of mine took her time to search 'golden time' on the internet... :D

Isn't it just great when all the bears are busy watching football and there are lots of girls for you to choose?

D.

Hi Davide,

Some of the girls are football fans, especially Veronika from Krakow at Palace when Poland played CZ Republic on Saturday, June 16. I was semi-horizontal in the relax area with a good view of the big screen and a fine view of 3 pairs of Polish tits - the other two pairs belong to Klara and Paulina. Veronika was the only one cheering while the lazy bears were watching or sleeping. I vividly recalled her reaction when Petr scored just before the 72nd minute to send Poland home. Well, they did not have to travel much as that game was played in Warsaw.

When Germany played Denmark the following night, it was quite different. Basically, the Palace girls would observe the boundary when the game was on.

Regards,
Fred