the red light district

amsterdam. cold place!
streets lined up along the water were guiding our passions into perdition.
the girls were working their night shift. they were nicely presenting themselves into windows lit by a red bulb. they were avoiding eye contact.
I stopped to ask for prices: 50 Euros for 15 minutes of pleasure, that including a blow job and a fuck. 100 Euros for a couple, but the girl was not to be licked.
a very dear friend of mine figured that those were girls with no other options. they were making their money because life has been cruel to them. to me, they appeared as if they had enough money, but they wanted more and they wanted it fast. it's funny how passing byers are ready to judge them girls in the window.
Probably, many of those girls have interesting stories to tell, many are just caught up in a system and many actually like what they do. it's such a beautiful illusion they create. people who enjoy that illusion are ready to apply the most moralistic theories to what the girls do. regular people need to justify a touch, or a kiss, or a blow job. enjoying is for kings.