This post doesn’t need any pictures, because I don’t need to be reminded of “it.” And by “it”, I mean the Red Light District. What a depressing, tragic night. I can’t believe Amsterdam would disappoint me like that. The red lights and other florescent colors beaming out of the windows made me think I was at a Teletubby party, until I saw the girls with their bras and thongs anxiously awaiting a cuddle buddy I knew that this was no PG 13 party.
The moral of the story is that girls should respect their bodies because at the end of the day you can’t buy dignity for 75 euro an hour.
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