The BSR handled it back then.

Today, with these coin -operated toilets, it’s a private company.

But in the past, the BSR, the City Cleaning Service, took care of cleaning the toilets.

They came twice a day because, of course, a lot of people either missed the ball when taking a dump, or if they were actively having sex, the whole toilet would be covered in cum, or there’d be sperm all over the floor, or in front of the stall, or toilet paper scattered everywhere and so on, cigarette butts and beer cans, condoms though, not so much.

Yeah, and the mortar, of course, from the holes that had been set up, literally speaking.

They usually came in the morning and in the evening, so they’d come twice, and when they arrived, everyone would make a mad dash out of there.

They’d knock on the doors and yell, Cleaning! when they came, so it was clear.

And then everyone would storm out because it wasn’t exactly sexy, although a few times I did get caught.

For example, at Meering Platz, I was in the middle of something with someone, and the BSR showed up.

It didn’t bother us.

They cleaned the other stalls first, knocked on the door, and then we left here.

Because this kept happening, and it was obviously expensive to keep patching things up, the BSR upped their games.

They stopped using mortar and switched to metal plates, because those were harder to drill through with a regular drill.

I never actually saw a new hole appear again after that.

They got smarter about it, too.

Since the doors were wooden, they didn’t put the holes in the walls anymore, but right in the toilet door itself.

That way, the hole was still there for someone to stick their dick through, and so on.