Having never seen The Red-light district in all its splendour at night, we decided to risk it on Thursday. This is not for the faint-hearted. It seems that it is divided into a section that is more touristy and another ‘local’ section that is eerily quiet. For those that have not been, it is literally the ‘red-light district’: It is basically windows (with rooms behind it of course), with a glowing red light bar across the top. And anything is available (and I trust anything goes). Black, white, thin, fat, blonde, brunette, one, two etc. The girls stand in the window (that can open to talk to someone looking promising) – some do a dance, some just stand and some even smile coyly. I must admit, these girls are gorgeous. Something to the effect of footballer’s wives, if you know what I mean. Perfectly groomed, and that look that is achieved just before it looks like the make-up was applied with a trowel.
Aside from viewing the display, it was quite apparent that more services are available. Not once, not twice but countless times men walked past whispering ‘coke’ or something obscure in my ear. So close I could feel his breath.
Uggghhh…
Still, even though I am glad that I have seen it, it is definitely not something I will go back to. And as my Dutch colleague said: ‘It’s a horrible, horrible place.’ Unfortunately, it seems to taint my overall view of Amsterdam at the moment. Maybe I should find something else to go see there, and it will change…
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