In the world of black and white, I believe you can separate us into two types.
Those who'd pay for it, and those who wouldn't...
You know what I'm talking about...
After a trip through Amsterdam's Red Light District, I saw the world through the payers' eyes.
Windows adorned with women of all different shapes, colours, and fetishes are just a handful of notes away, coaxing it from business men almost as fast as they would soon pull their seed.
Bizarre would be the word that best describes this small row of streets. A dual business thriving off sex and tourism. Walking behind a family, having brought their souvenir dildo or condoms, eyes wide and knowing nudges, it wouldn't surprise me if the father was back later, balls deep in whatever he desired. Or the mother for that matter...
I, safe to say, fall into the latter type. I just can't wrap my head around someone fucking you for money, or should I say the only reason they are fucking you is for money. I guess it's the whole war bride syndrome; they fuck you for a better life, the girls of the District just don't cook your dinner or iron your clothes...
It is an interesting place, I can say that much for it; eye opening to be sure. If you walk the strip, prepare to be inundated with offers for every drug known to man (a handy guide book claims a majority of these are bogus) and for the women to open their window to you if they think you're a chance.
For those in the former type, you have been warned...
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