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I remembered the first time we ever played Berlin. Guy and I are professional musicians and were so excited to be touring Germany. We had heard all about the “anything goes” s*x clubs that littered the city. We asked around and had found one that was recommended to us by the bartender of the jazz club we were playing at that night.
“It’s f*****g crazy,” he laughed, “maybe too crazy for you Americans!”
“We’re down for just about anything,” I shot back seductively.
“Lucky man!” the bartender replied, winking at Guy.
He had been right.
The club was unlike anything our American eyes had ever seen - and certainly unlike anything I could have ever imagined. It was several floors below ground, an old Nazi bunker - turned into a wild orgy space, art gallery and deep house music club.
Bodi
