Halensee FKK

I was facing racism from 2-3 girls inside my first time experience to this place not very good and had never expected this type of thing after spending 160 euro to this place and facing these kinds of shit also the food area was smelling bad no hyegine was found in it I would never expect myself to be there .

There are very pretty and sexy women there. Good prices. I always enjoy going there.

Artemis was literally like a military recruitment office. You walk in, and the ratio is 4 men to 1 woman. The atmosphere is unbalanced from the start. All the women are focused on the business aspect. I say "completely" because there's absolutely no conversation, no friendly interaction, no natural communication. Each has their own rules, their own price list, their own limits. The whole thing is based on spending time with as many men as possible within a certain time frame and closing the day financially. There's no sincerity, no energy, no fun. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said spending time with an AI-powered robot or a realistic doll would be more enjoyable. At least you know what you're going to encounter. Also, the issue of treatment based on race is real. I'd read about it in the comments but hadn't given it any credence. I'm a white European, young, and have a pretty good face. But the treatment didn't change. So it's not about you, it's about the system. The average age of the customers is between 50-65. Some men pull the already small number of girls to their side, further disrupting the balance inside. Most of the rest are cosmetically enhanced and in a completely mechanical mode. To be frank: It was a complete waste of time. I won't go again. And I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.

Opened in 2005, this iconic spot combines Germany's legal FKK culture (naturist culture) with entertainment. Historically, it has established itself as one of Europe's largest "adult social venues," operating under strict regulations and supervision. Highlights include a vast, always-clean pool, a variety of saunas, and a full-scale buffet. By alternating between hot and cold, you can experience an unquantifiable detoxification of mind and body. Access is extremely convenient by bus. It's about a 5-minute walk from the Messe Nord/ICC stop, which is served by the M49 and X34 lines. It's also adjacent to a major S-Bahn (suburban rail) station, allowing for smooth access from all over the city. A passport or other form of identification is required for entry, so be sure to bring it with you.

A real nudist beach, the girls are undressed like real nudists. Stay the same! A very popular place, in the evening there were more than 300 girls and 400 men! The restaurant is better than in Darmstadt or Villach, the lights don't work in the rooms, everything feels... please turn on the lights. It's time for you to expand, the number of visitors is pleasant, you can add more girls, they're lacking for so many guests.

Have heard many positive about this place , but not my type, i avoid places like that

At first glance, what strikes you about Artemis is how completely it departs from the usual brothels. Forget discreet entrances and hushed corridors: Artemis announces itself to the world, imposing, audacious, kitschy, monumental. Abandon all hope of leaving without having squandered every last penny. The entrance is located alongside a highway, with parking and taxis shuttling back and forth day and night. Suffice it to say, you don't come here to hide: you enter through the front door, in full view of the world, like a self-assured, depraved old man. Once through the door, you are greeted, relieved of €90, and then equipped with an essential item: a smartwatch. After a few steps, you reach the first changing room: a locker opens with the aforementioned watch, and this is where you leave not your clothes, but your wallet. We'll come back to that. Next, you move on to the standard changing rooms with showers, where you can swap your civilian clothes for the bathrobe—the innocent toga—of the debauched client. Logically, you arrive at the bar on the ground floor. In my experience, this is where the clients and girls congregate, the rest being rather deserted (a shame). Some drinks are included, others are extra. There's also a pole dancing area, though the pole remained empty when I was there. If you're looking for the cafeteria, as I was, you have to push open the door at the very end of the bar. Speaking of this famous cafeteria, so highly praised in the reviews: it's surely due to German taste, because I found it just adequate. On the lower floor are the heated pool, saunas and steam rooms, a second bar, as well as restrooms, a gym, and a porn screening room—the purpose of which escapes me when consenting women are readily available. But perhaps this is a refined form of perversion that only a level 99 dark mage could comprehend. This floor is nonetheless pleasant for relaxing before, and especially after. A chance to sharpen one's sword before returning to the battlefield. Finally, the bedroom floor, which is only accessible by escort from one of the staff. I only saw two: one, decorated in the style of ancient Greece, was well done; of the other, I have only a vague memory (distracted, no doubt...). In short, one doesn't come here to admire the bedding. The descent then continues... to the first changing room. Now you see why your wallet was waiting there. Now, let's talk about the girls. They are numerous and generally attractive, although some have, in my opinion, gone too far with plastic surgery (is a natural bust too much to ask?). I also regret the almost constant nudity: seeing a naked woman for the first time is a powerful aphrodisiac; imposing nudity everywhere, all the time, trivializes it. Even more disturbing is the often insistent, even aggressive, approach of some women, incapable of accepting a simple "no thank you." It's a shame. Leaving this experience, what to think of Artemis? For me, this place is… too much. In both its best and worst aspects. It's a unique concept: part libertine sauna, part brothel, all in a kitschy peplum-style atmosphere. The Chinese businessman rubs shoulders with the obese German, who in turn rubs shoulders with the Brazilian woman with a 95D bust. A Botoxed and priapic Babel sold by a stucco madam-like Aphrodite. I both love and am perplexed by this joyful, highly lucrative mess for some, and very expensive for everyone else. Imperfect, unclassifiable, therefore unmissable.

I really enjoyed it!! Perfect treat