Trippy Club in Munich (ins privē)

The club looks like the afterglows of a psychadelic trip. Let’s call it “Club Trip Privē” munich.

It’s a kitch, cool, tacky, 80’s/90’s of today kind of looking place. It actually has good potential.

…and plenty of fancy bottles …

One could even run a partylifer’s reality show here!

It looks very cartoon like …

And this like some computer game!

Or a party room on a space ship!

Everchanging colors …

Always changing but staying the same …

But the owner seems not to care or know what to do with it. He’s an old man, and he doesn’t look like a man of the right connections for any of what I can imagine here.

And his hipster/mainstream looking son wants nothing to do with the business.

Instead, the level is totally lost in this place.

But this could be the safe party-haven in munich, with staff behaving of niveau, and with joy to see you and serve you. … I’d go for Angelo as bar man, and Japanese girls in the bar/waitressing, like the sweet n cute one I met in Berlin August 2018. I’d go look for her as well.

There are always some key people to make a place booming good I’ve learned. And I do have a few more key people in mind, and one of them is even from Munich.

Besides the dressing room (and office), here’s only a few very minor things to change and adjust, otherwise the place is to stay the way it is, looking the way it does, and be an underground private party club for party-talk-n-dance types of spenders. Where dancers get paid for their time to join a table, and do “flirt/table-dances”, which are lap- and/or tableside- dances, and are emphasized as something you always pay for.

For the dancers, it’s 2 or more songs at a time; doing them as the stageshows, in sets, as well meaning you don’t get topless until the 2nd or 3rd or 4th song, and the backstage insider mission is to extend that indefinitely. Each month we celebrate the longest lasting non-topless tableside-dance / lap-dance ever, including whoever scored best on the month.

There are dancers meetings once a week or month, or however needed, which could be partly or entirely spent with choreography as well as/or talking, and/or celebrating.

We have one on one (max.a pair) pole-dancing lessons, OPEN TO THE PUBLIC, either private on weekends, or in the weekly setting of our “creative-work-cafe” afternoons.

We provide you with a flexible online booking scedule system. Simply choose, day-lessons or party bookings, pay&booked, with ec/paypal/visa/crypto currencies/…).

~ ctp Slogan:

Keep flirting with life,

have Oysters & “party-dances”.

Underground PrivateMembers PartyClub “club trip privē” ~ctp


These people are partylife people and not just the average anyone. But they’re all good! …fun/generous, chilled/lovely, high/weird, cool people are in this “hobbyhole”.

Between artists and architects, people undercover and the occasional celebrities, the local dude and the old loud latina madame, there is every type of nightlife person, like some perfect line-up of movie characters.

Would be good to think up a new idea, on what to post women as, instead of sex objects!

…women should be portrayed truthfully, as the caring intelligent deep feling beings and team-partners/skilled team-players that human females are, of their rather logical nature.

Bling Bling is ok.

Yes, it is very much so a Champagne club at its basis. It’s etiquette here, as a guest, to indulge in this “bubbly ticket” to the insider club corners of the club.

You can as well pre-order oysters and/or strawberries.

Champaign bottles start at 500€ +ab300€/h per dancer to go to the comfy corners / the vip of ctp.

Life Is Bubbly

like Champagne in the

club trip privē

“ctp munich”

You have your own bubble too! “Relax & Admit It”


You arrive pretty straight or sober, or both, with the attitude to be of pleasure/joy, and the intention of keeping your club bubbling on forever more.

Coat-check includes coats/jackets and mobiles/smartphones and other film/photo equipment.

You may request, personalization of your party event! …or spanking haha..

You will Sign your membership/agreement with our establishment, declaring that you will not post anything of what goes on in here, and neither will you tell or in anyway share WHAT GOES ON IN HERE, with anyone.

YOU MAY, say that you had one of your best party nights in “ctp”.


By day the place is an artist cafe, “Cartoon Cafe”, full of cartoons and cartoonist magazines, with creative people drinking the cheapest of healthiest coffe and best sorts of bio teas that we have ever come across. Free fast wifi cafe/work station. …with cool hip & humorous staff.

At certain hours of the day there are meals of a healthy but tasty weekly menue, and at ten pm the place turns into the ctp/ “Club Trip Privē”.

Everything is creatively, intelligently and pragmatically thought of and taken care of.

There is as well, a special very cool room with a strong and immediate smoke-sucking system, for the smokers to go have a fag. …or a few.

– VIDEO > smoke salon <

…is for some reason (perhaps memory space) having trouble uploading!?..damn it.

The bar sells sweet indian cigarettes only. And when you ask why, you’re told it’s just for fun.


Ok, I Give In & Admit

Surrounding environment has always been very important for my state of being. I’ve noticed throughout life, that it affects the state of me, of how I think ~and feel. So I know very well, that it has some energy/frequency to it, just like everything else does.

This place feels like some kind of greyzone. Chomutov is definitely a very weird and poor feeling place. It feels like some forgotten place that the world doesn’t know about. The lack of worldly knowledge and experience seems great here. …so tiny-world’ish, too simple, like some kind of hillbillies or so. Most of the facades of the buldings are so dull. The style and all the tones of colours still look as they did during kommunist times.

Even when whiping the sink or kitchen table in the flat here, feels lousy! It all wobbles!? The sink is not only small, but also of very thin/bad quality, so that it sort of gives in, or even trembles. Even the doors to each room here, feel so thin and fragile, and make trembling glass noises when you touch them. The stairways to the flats here are covered in a sand coloured cream pattern 70’s/80’s looking linoleum.

Feels weird to me that my friend is living like this. No wonder he feels so depressed!

In one of the old buildings, where my friend knows someone who has a oriental shop, it all appears so …well, as I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen behind the counter, I got the feeling of everything needing care and tastefullness, and even serious cleaning and renovation.

I love old architecture, and don’t understand why nobody seems to see the beauty in it and care for it here.

In general, it all appears dusty, old-dirty, lousy looking, and all the functional amenities are the cheapest of quality. Why even waste the materials on producing such things!? Well ok it’s the human monopoly-game world that causes such things. …sad sheeple level poverty is what it is.

Forhead To Forehead, Leaning On Each Other


It would be insane to go against the good feelings, to be, in fact just, flat out dishonest, and worst of all ~ to ones own self! It would be absolutely sheeple sht insane for me to pretend not to feel all those good feelings, and to instead just to play hard to get/games, when this physical life is rather too short than too long.

Playing such games causes destruction. Just look at history. If you look back, you can see the wasted away time, the wasted potentials of all the good, SIMPLY the murder of magical living. There is so much wonder and wonderful to be lived. But you never get to it, as you keep feeding the destructive qualities of man, always minimizing the good, get too carried away/not to get too dreamy, but hello!?!, getting carried away dreamy, causes creation of worlds and beyond. You are all creators (which the rulers don’t really want you to know).

My life time is not for stupid games. Such low-life underbeing/sheeple shait in fact bores the soul out of you, which helps to make you more numb and dumb, which trains you to feel less, as it brings the primitive, prehistoric, outdated and most ugly side of humans out; the hunting conqueror side ~ a greedy egotripping side, which destroys life, which destroys everything, just to build more monopoly-life games and rigid structures, where good energy doesn’t flow. And it is not even just my opinion, but rather my intuitive wisdom, while more relevantly, it is scientific fact. But in this human monopoly society, we have mainstream science, which tends to be dishonest and even manipulative for stupidifying purposes, in order to rule and control the the world of man. Keeping you dumb, feeling less, while feeling is the key to your own intuition and creation of your life. The rulers skillful manipulation of everything at nearly every level, every sector and part of human life, keeps deviding people, and even deviding the individual from the pure own magnificent self.

Just feeling my soul, sitting there hanging on each other, forhead to forhead, drifting away, just breathing together.

Once back in my physical senses, feeling like being back in the room with my awareness, it felt clear to me, that we both were individually in our soul feeling space for a moment, but together, simultaneously, while just sitting there, forhead to forehead, breathing together, …just in the feelings of it all, the good feeling atraction with each other. Just totally and completely in and with the moment, feeling like having been drifting away from the world together for a moment.

In a short time out of life, like stolen moments from the time that was supposed to be just bullsht talk and fake smiles, just EnterTainment, while we instead followed the pure of feeling, and became all real.

We’d spoken of things that truly matter to us, even of empathy, and of how we feel about things in life, and what we like, and so forth. We even exchanged likes of such things like music and other things, and eventually felt like teenagers, in other words innocent, just pure and so free with each other.

And all the while, these timeless feeling energies, and some out of the ordinary good-feeling attraction, just kept growing and expanding.

Happy good feeling energies.

Even though the fear of believing in all of it was there. But only vaguely, and too weak to interrupt our drifting and soaring so free.

Just sitting there, hanging on each other, forehead to forehead, breathing together.

I couldn’t believe that I was feeling all this right here, in this place of all fake smiles and talks, and the whole environment of the place in general, but none of it mattered!? Not at all!

I had to kiss him. …and we were melting into each other. …carried off by totally blissful adveture-feeling, and made out in a place where you just don’t make out. Especially not me. Ever! …but like a tilt in my reality, we did!? …and couldn’t do otherwise, because the feelings were overtaking/too strong.

So to say, it was a huge amount of emotion to digest.

And yeah, so at some point, we just sat there, hanging on each other, breathing together. …giving up the resisting of surrender, pausing and hanging in the feeling. …of giving in.

Leaning on each other forehead to forehead, his hands resting on my hips, and mine resting on his shoulders.

We just sat there hanging on each other, breathing together …getting lost within some liberating-when followed feeling.

… relaxed within the intensity of feelig powerful surrender, allowing the pleasant emotional exhaustment of feeling anything else but the surrender it self.

At some point he whispered, Kiss me slowly.

Everytime his hands began to love my body, I started feeling like slowly vanishing from the chaos of the world, breath by breath, move by move.

And as I feelt the calming sensations and his whisper, I helplessly melted into him.

He told me how he was watching me by the sauna, and later laying naked on the grass. He said that nobody in this town ever laid on the grass there!?

Now back in Berlin, I can’t sleep. He’s on my mind, and it’s like I feel his energies within my own universe. I want to be with him now! …enjoying all this together.

I feel in love.

His touch feels sensitive, tuned in, …of a higher frequency, …even feels safe, ~gentle and loving, soft and sensitive, ~powerful.

His kiss feels like a gentle awakening, and I feel like the world doesn’t really matter all that much.

Hello, I think about him all the time!? I can still see his his eyes looking into mine. And the image of him sitting outside at the sauna place in his turquoiseBlue bathrobe, smoking, with the breeze blowing through his hair, keeps replaying.

Yeah, I have got to be in love.

And Terrence Trent D’Arby is singing out loud here;

[Holding on to you,

means letting go of pain,

means letting go of tears,

means letting go of rain.

Holding on to you

means letting go of

what’s not real.] …exactly how it felt, as we just sat there leaning on each other, forhead to forhead just breathing.

His name was Marco. But it doesn’t even matter …since he hasn’t called yet and I havent got his number.

And as I’m a curious being, and haven’t had any Sagittarius male in my world, I looked into this zodiac sign, and even though I know that it so often doesn’t fit on everyone, anyway just the chance that this guy might be more or less fitting the describtion of a male Sagittarius, who supposedly are, more often than not, of that type of man who wants to hunt a woman, it is a turn off to me, to even just have to consider, that I might be better off playing hard to get. Fck what a waste of time. I’m a Gemini, and proud to say that I am highly sensitive and following my heart in life. I’m a free soul, who’s desire and appetite for life and adventure, gets bored with games. Games are for stupid people. And at the same time also, if a man thinks he’s Got Me, just because I bravely follow my good feelings, fearlessly free, then he is a stupid fool. I dont want to be hunted like an animal, when I’m in fact a higher level of being than the average humans. And neither do I want to be concoured like a teritory. A free soul can not be concoured.

Fck humans and their limiting illusions. It’s hard enough as it is (to not get brainwash blinded and loured into dumb sht), being surrounded by a majority of severe stupidity, and constantly bombarded from this monopoly-life society, with all the stupidifying crap about everything and all the prescribed ideas of how we should be and live our lives.

Makes me angry inside to even just think, that maybe all I said and did (being all free and pure, instead of playing any mating games), could be why he hasn’t contacted me. That would just be too dumb. But maybe that is the real reason why this guy is single.

It’s so disappointing ~ so sad to even just have to consider, that maybe he is just another sheeple human. …when I want to life life fully, following my wild but very sensitive heart, which creates amazingly beautiful, exiting adventures. There is so much to discover on this wondeful planet, so many paradise places to go, both physically and mentaly, and even emotionally and spiritually. So I simply can not waste my time on stupid games, even if I thought I wanted to.

I am not the one loosing anything in this case.

I am going there, to this town again (becausey other dance booking turned out to be a very unpleasant energy workplace with dictatorial management, and racist flags on the ceilings) so I will undoubtedly see and sense what it all really is and isn’t with this guy anyway. But at this point, since he hasn’t contacted me (and the zodiac descriptions pretty much fit into this fact), I can only leave the benefit of a doubt to him and perhaps be pleasantly surprised after all. It can’t surprise me anymore, how most people turn out to be sheeple (who think that they’re not sheeple). And if he should turn out to just be a simple human sheep, than at least the nice seeming part was inspiring.