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Saturday, 29 March 2008 |
 Hi , I have a story I would like to share with you. I am 32 years old, making a living in South Africa. I was born in South Africa and grew up there. I visited Amsterdam in March 2008 and after reading a lot of articles on Amsterdam, I wanted to make the experience worth while. I spent the first day in my hotel room and main shopping area. The second day I spent in the shopping area as well and the evening I visited the red light district. What can I say. I have always told myself I would never pay for sex, But I have always lived with the intention to always be able to say in anything that can be done. "I DID THAT, I HAVE EXPERIENCED THAT" |
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Sunday, 17 June 2007 |
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 The most striking visual aspect of the Red Light District is probably the windows. You feel like you're walking down Fifth Avenue in New York, except that in the windows you don't see Gucci bags and Hermes scarves.
You see girls. There are the fat ones and the skinny ones and the Eastern European ones and the Asian ones and the old ones and the "barely legal" ones. One woman was bent over touching her toes, while her rear end--apparently her special feature--protruded in the window. |
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Saturday, 17 March 2007 |
I had never been to a sex worker before this trip to the Netherlands, and had never before paid for sex except perhaps in the less-direct ways typical of the male role in heterosexual courtship rituals. So dating Amsterdam prostitutes was a big thing for me. I was in for a surprise about girls in window brothels and Amsterdam Red Light District prices.
 On the one hand, relating this experience seems worthwhile and valuable, like a travelogue introducing those on the home front to the adventures of a wanderer in lands infrequently visited. On the other hand, those men who haven't been to a prostitute probably have some disgust toward the idea that would prejudice them toward reading my tale with either red-faced indignancy or secret, shameful envy; and those who have been can at best be somewhat amused at the ignorant wonder of a tyro john. Women's reactions may vary more -- some may be threatened, some may be offended, some may wonder if they should ask for a raise after finding out how much dating Amsterdam prostitutes costs.
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Friday, 16 February 2007 |
 To a lot of people who haven't been there, Amsterdam is synonymous with coffee houses legally selling drugs and red light district. I was naively expecting an ultra-liberal society with this forwardness showing on streets. My first 5 minute walk in the Dam area didn't disappoint me - I came across more buildings with titles beginning with "sex" than I can hope to anywhere in a US. So, my first long chat with a local Amsterdammer disappointed me - I realized that she (and most Dutch people in general) have similar priorities in life than any of us, and don't even notice or think about things that grabs the attention of tourists!
I landed on Friday evening keen on seeing things I had heard or read about (no, I don't the pun here--its not my fault that "red" and past tense "read" are homophones). |
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