The appeal of Berlin to me these days is sadly almost wholly nostalgic. Those great nights in 2004 in Stuttgarter Platz, Mon Cheri, Hanky Panky and Golden Gate. Riccarda, Yulia, Iga, those high nights that persuade us to put off suicide. Oh if I can know one great erotic high night like that again. The hyperventilation with erotic excitement heading up the road from BEC or Sarah Young to Stuttgarter Platz. It only takes one girl to bring a city to life. Never expected Andrea in Brussels, Julia, Lucy. Amanda in WSK or Jackie in WSK. Finally try Artemis in Berlin? La Folie? King George and Caligula of course.