We use cookies to improve our service for you. You can find more information in our data protection declaration. When Berlin's mayor described the city as "poor but sexy," he certainly wasn't talking about the women standing on Oranienburger Street.
Still, prostitution in Berlin is as colorful as the metropolis itself. The heavy steps of white over-knee boots rushing towards me suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
It was about 9 pm as I walked down Oranienburger Street to the next subway station. I instinctively looked back over my shoulder. She must have been talking to somebody behind me. But there was no one there. Yes, she was talking to me - and I'm a woman. I'd never received such an offer before and it took me quite a while to kindly convince her that I wasn't interested.
She was a beautiful woman: perfect figure, pretty face, like most prostitutes I've seen on Oranienburger Street. They're quite different from the girls on the legendary Reeperbahn in Hamburg, or in Amsterdam's red-light district. Later, I read that the prices of these practically-luxury-prostitutes in Berlin start at 80 euros and are negotiable.
Maybe that's why you can find almost as many German men in brothels as in supermarkets. Statistics show that about a million gentlemen pay for pleasure every day in this country. Most of the women on Oranienburger Street could get jobs as classy call girls, so I'm perplexed as to they choose to work on the street instead.
