When you think of Amsterdam, what image does it conjure? For most people the answers are fairly consistent: drugs and sex, or more specifically, smoking pot and hiring hookers.
Or really, just sex. With that in mind, when you and your spouse find yourselves strolling through said famous Red Light District, what do you do? Well, when in Romeβ¦. Here's what it was really like. Upon waltzing into its alluring depths, I was immediately struck by how dingy it seemed in comparison to the quaint street I had just left. I noticed a series of doors in front of me, and a few more curving around corners to my left and right.
These doors lead into small, dark rooms where patrons pay a certain rate to watch a live solo, or sex show, and well, enjoy themselves. But what if w A quick look around revealed a toilet paper dispenser, of sorts, mounted on the wall for easy cleanup β how convenient, I thought.
Pro tip: go with coins instead of bills. So we stuck our money in said slot. My gaze firmly fixed upon the gyrating two-some, I stared in amazement and bewildered arousal. The couple pounded away at each other, switching positions frequently as the carousel of carnal delights slowly rotated, ensuring that everyone got a proper eye-full of every angle, every hole, and all the corresponding bits and pieces.
After the initial shock and awe of realizing there are two real people having sex right in front of me wore off, I looked up to notice the strangest could this get more strange? It turns out, I could see into all the other six or seven rooms that were viewing the same couple I was. There was a completely aghast, sheltered-looking Asian girl who seemed to be teetering somewhere between disgusted and aroused. You can pretty much bank on the fact that different people travel for different reasons.
