It’s been twelve years since I was last in Amsterdam, and I think I’ve changed more than it has. So we go for a dinner of steaks and frittes in The Red Light District, then we walk it off. It’s nine o clock on Saturday night. We walk past a shop window. There’s a prostitute…
Category: prostitute
enough beaver for everybody.
i feel like i’ve been punked. is it april fools yet? i saw this article on iol yesterday: there are so many things to talk about here, that i’m almost not quite sure where to start. okay, let’s start here: the guy reporting on the fact that they are importing 40 000 prostitutes for the…