Trade Center, a center for trade. Trade as in trading: Goods and services Experiences Saliva Music Taste Qualms Lore Mones And yes, “Trade”--NOT your white boyfriend who works in finance, though We’re opening up shop for a different kind of party. A party where everyone can afford to play. A party where the dolls, the fuck toys, and the play things are clocking in for a day shift: the right people, the right music and the fiiiieeercest vibe. Trade Center Employee Handbook: Berlin is fun and queer and horny as hell and GOD DAMNIT everybody wants to fucking dance. But now that entry is too damn high (higher than the girlies on givenchy) WE INSTEAD, are keeping it cute, pay what you can, send the rest (let’s see some personality and give everything else you got). We know eveeeeerrryyybody has to work, so this Sunday, let’s make the work week worth it. Let’s get back to what it’s always been about: a living and divine exchange. TRADE CENTEEEERRRRR