It’s fair to say that I knew my trip to Amsterdam would be fairly different to regular ‘beach holidays’. However, I don’t think I quite prepared myself for how different it would be after experiencing five days in what I can only describe as possibly the weirdest place in the world.
First there is the sex. Sex shows, prostitutes, brothels, strippers, you name it, Amsterdam has it. However, don’t get too excited, as I wouldn’t actually describe any of these things as ‘sexy’, but more as ‘weird’.
I was told by numerous people that the prostitutes in Amsterdam were like ‘supermodels’, so after only ever seeing real life prostitutes underneath Manchester Piccadilly train station I was intrigued to see the beauty of these women and also confused as to why they had chosen to sell their bodies, rather than audition for ‘Americas Next Top Model’. Put it this way, the only way these women could by classed as supermodels is if someone was wearing a very over-imaginative pair of beer goggles. I suppose at a push one or two of them could be described as ‘sh**gable’, but that really is at a push.
We decided to visit Cssa Rosso’s show which consisted of multiple acts, all on for around 10 minutes each. The first was a stripper, then a couple having sex, then a woman who resembled a drag queen doing a ‘sexy’ dance and so on. It was all so surreal that it actually felt normal and instead of thinking ‘wow, they’re having sex right in front of us’ it was more like ‘that looked like it hurt’, ‘you’d have to be flexible to do that’, followed by casually getting more drinks from the bar.
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