Even today when I go shopping in the grand department store on the edge of the Ku’damm district, I smile when I see the silky undergarments and the bold sexy dresses displayed. I remember the first time I saw a girl in a cabaret wearing a red satin dress split down the front.
When she sat down, a gentleman approached her and lit her cigarette…she smiled and uncrossed her legs, leaving nothing to his imagination.
Or mine. She made it clear to the gentleman what her business was.
Why do I remember this? You must understand how passionate I was about dancing in a show. But I couldn’t even get an audition. Fear of another brutal attack upon the dancers let go from the revue hung in the air. We were all caught up in an investigation of what the Germans call Lustmord. Lust murder.
Thinking back, I understand why I couldn’t shake off this vast confusion.
Alcohol, including the highly addictive absinthe or “green fairy” was widely available, along with intoxicants, raucous entertainment and scantily clad girls.
One town even had a “beauty” contest during the lusty month of May, though beauty wasn’t the main prerequisite: they elected a girl skilled in the art of sexual mastery.
How many prostitutes were there in Weimar Berlin? I heard estimates that varied from a low figure of 5,000 to more than 120,000.
No wonder a man or woman hungry for sex and companionship could find every vice imaginable available for the taking.
I shall tell you in days to come what went on in the nightclubs…naked dance routines, occult readings and private encounters with a beautiful girl in a side room.
Life is a cabaret…
I wanted to be a part of it.
And I would do anything to get it.
Lady Eve Marlowe