Just back from the Red Light District. I do sorta understand where that Moroccan guy was coming from. Problem is, if you have that bad an issue with sexuality and loose morals, what the heck are you doing living in Amsterdam?
Honestly, I’ve never witnessed anything like it.
In addition to the girls in the window-doors, there’s also a ton of sex shops, and shows going on, as well as numerous “coffee-houses” and the standard pubs showing British football.
One of the shows had a sign out front to advertise the evening’s festivities. It read, in this sequence:
Amazingly, I didn’t go in to check it out.