It’s just a more attractive environment.” She points out that Denmark, which decriminalised prostitution in 1999 – the same year Sweden made the purchase of sex illegal - has four times the number of trafficking victims than its neighbour despite having around half the population.It’s one reason the Netherlands has gone into reverse with legalisation.
Not to mention a rash of FKK, or “naked”, clubs where men can spend the evening drifting between the sauna, the bar and the bedrooms.It’s modelled on the Stuttgart flagship, which he invites us to visit on a day blighted by icy, spitty rain. Several are clustered together, looking bored in their black glitter basques and hot pink fishnets, waiting for it to get busier.Each of its six floors is picked out with a thick stripe of burgundy cladding making it look from the outside like a very tall, stale slice of red velvet cake. People think Amsterdam is the prostitution capital of Europe but Germany has more prostitutes per capita than any other country in the continent, more even than Thailand: 400,000 at the last count, serving 1.2 million men every day.Bargain-hunters might try the “flat rate” brothels, where an entry fee of between 50-100 euros buys you unlimited sex with as many women as you want, or cruise the caravans at motorway truck stops, or the drive-through “sex boxes” in the street-walking zones.(They look like stables and are known as “verrichtungsboxen” - “getting things done boxes”.) The Netherlands legalised prostitution two years before Germany, just after Sweden had gone the other way and made the purchase of sex a criminal offence.Nisha Lilia Diu visits some of them to find out who won and who lost aradise is a brothel in Stuttgart.It’s one of Germany’s “mega-brothels” and, like a lot of those establishments, it has a Moroccan theme.Sex trafficking statistics are frustratingly incomplete, but a recent report estimated the number of victims in Europe at 270,000.And Germany and the Netherlands have repeatedly ranked among the five worst blackspots.So business is booming, I say to Michael Beretin, a partner in the company. ” he laughs, his £100,000 Audemars Piguet watch glinting in the light of the pierced metal lamps.Beretin, a shamelessly flirtatious man with a grin like Jack Nicholson’s Joker and a habit of slipping between English and German mid-sentence, is about to open the 15,000 square foot, 4.5 million-euro Paradise Saarbrücken. It’s six o’clock in the evening at Paradise and about thirty men are padding about the swirly red carpet in wine-coloured towelling robes and green plastic slippers. One is cuddling up to a pot-bellied man on a day bed.