Recently I spoke with a friend about nightlife in Berlin in the late 2000s compared to today. While there were obvious changes in the demographics of the various districts, i.e. the city is more diverse than ever and rental prices have skyrocketed in the wake of large-scale gentrification, there is another aspect that is perhaps not widely acknowledged: the end of low-budget air travel and its impact on the party scene.

The idea of flying to a different city for a weekend trip is as foreign to me today as it was in the 2000s. This used to only be possible for the well-off, but there was a time when it was extremely affordable to fly to a big city in Europe, party, and head back. Sluts from abroad told me that. They were flying in from places like Barcelona, Madrid, or Rome. When I first encountered this phenomenon, I could not quite explain it because, surely, it is odd when you speak to a few random women who all just flew in for the weekend. They did not come across as being particularly sophisticated whereas I was under the impression that I could tell when someone came from an upper middle-class or lower upper-class background.

The solution to the aforementioned conundrum was as simple as it was banal. Low-cost carriers like easyJet or Ryanair brought in planeloads of whores from abroad, some of which paid just five euros per flight. They landed on Thursday night or Friday afteroon, headed straight to the club, and went back on Sunday or Monday. It was not that uncommon that they did not even bother to book a hotel. Some just partied through for days. In fact, there were some clubs that opened on Thursday night and closed on Monday morning. If any of those sluts wanted to sleep in a bed, she only had to find a guy who was willing to share his bed with her. If you asked such a woman where she was staying, there was a non-zero chance that she smiled in response and said, “I was thinking of your place.”

Partying back then was wild. Clubs that were open for several days straight had various accommodations to make this possible. Some had sofas on which some people just fell asleep and there was the etiquette to not disturb them. Food was normally provided via a food truck outside. Drugs came in anyway, even though regular attendees got frisked. Only the drug-dealing friends of the owners walked in casually. While I do not condone the use of drugs, I think that partying with some coked-up sluts from Southern Europe is a great experience, and one that more men should enjoy.

Alas, nothing lasts forever. As I recently learned, low-cost airlines have not only raised their prices considerably, due to bogus taxes, there are also fewer direct flights to Berlin than there used to be. Both easyJet and Ryanair reduced the number of flights and destinations. Perhaps this was a consequence of the scamdemic, with passenger numbers not fully recovering, compared to pre-scamdemic levels. Also, inflation affected club prices, too. Well, you can probably work out how demand and supply lead to fewer sluts flying in, and as fewer sluts do that, there is less demand for flights, to flights became rarer are more expensive, and even fewer sluts fly in as a consequence. Partying in Berlin is nowhere near as cheap as it used to be, and the added diversity you encounter nowadays probably does not lead to chicks from Italy or Spain buying flight tickets. They have enough of all that diversity back home already.

In the past, low-budget airlines played a big role in democratizing female promiscuity. Whereas it used to be the case that only women of some means where able to travel abroad and get fucked by dozens of guys, easyJet and Ryanair made that possible even for women who only make minimum wage. Probably, there are cities where it was cheaper to fly to Berlin to party than go out locally. Women have become a bit less promiscuous because nowadays they all hold out for Chad who is always just one swipe away, so the overall effect of low-budget flights disappearing is probably not even that big. Nonetheless, low-cost international party tourism, at least within Europe, seems to be over. It was great while it lasted.