"I discovered the Wintergarten, just south of Friedrichstrasse station, an opulent world made for pleasure, a temple of delights, a palace of sparkling crowds and thrilling acts. I drank champagne between artificial fountains and grottoes filled with exotic plants, and no matter what happened on the stage—dancing girls in leather and fur, trapeze artists, a woman from Spandau getting hypnotized by a Mexican magician—you could always see the stars through the enormous vaulted glass roof. It was like Walt Disney’s theme park—but with tits. Wonderful, classy tits!"