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In Berlin, Europe's most decadent party city, techno and sex go hand—in-hand. Jess stares at me lasciviously. We are sitting by the outdoor swimming pool that forms part of Berlin's famed Kit Kat Club with Jess's girlfriend Tia and her friend Sylwia, who is over for the weekend from Warsaw. Jess has lived in LA and, apparently impressed by my "hawt" British accent, is keen to take things to the next level, Kit Kat-style.
But had it taken place in the middle of the dancefloor no-one would have batted an eyelid. While in the UK a cheeky snog and a fumbled finger bang is the most one would expect to see in a nightclub, in Germany's capital, "poor but sexy" Berliners routinely celebrate their love of house and techno with impromptu acts of lovemaking.
Kit Kat Club was opened in by Simon Thaur — an Austrian porn movie maker — and Kirsten Kruger, his partner, when Berghain was still merely a twinkle in the proprietors eyes and Sven Marquardt was still in short trousers. Dave is a British ex-pat who's been living in Berlin since the late nineties.
Standing by the back bar dressed in Doc Martins and a tiny PVC posing pouch, he pushes back his curly blonde hair from his face, keen to extol the virtues of public banging to banging house. There's hardly a week goes by that I'm not getting my nutsack drained in the dark room. There's the main dancefloor, a second, slightly smaller space with a bondage swing and a hidden downstairs bar accessed by murky black tunnels. There's also a vestibule area where shagged-out punters sit around talking and smoking.
It connects to the swimming pool where naked men and women sit caressing one another's genitals to Goa trance. Read more: This is what it's like to spend 24 hours clubbing in South London. The decor is hippyish and reminiscent of 90's raves, all neon graffiti and acid-trip typography. The crowd is more varied than at any other European club I've been to. For a start, age is clearly no barrier to bumping uglies on the dance floor. I see a couple in their sixties dancing to Mori Kante's Yeke Yeke the Hardfloor mix , he completely naked, she coquettishly removing the shirt she is wearing as a dress.