I have visited Amsterdam several times now. I always stay in the Red Light District. I like being around all of the action.
While on one of my trips to do a documentary about the Red Light District, I wrote this poem while sitting in a coffee shop smoking and having some good coffee.
Walking by, I see you standing there;
With hardly any clothes, and nice, long hair.
You look so inviting, like so much fun;
Don’t know about being, the one hundredth one.
Bet you know, all the tricks;
Better than, the average chicks.
Skin so smooth, Make – Up just right;
How many, have you had tonight?
Red Lights say you’re open for business, ready to roll;
Some guys like for you, to play a role.
Whips and chains, leather and lace;
Such a shame, for such a pretty face.
With great skill, you commit to the job;
Even when, he’s a big fat slob.
Make them pay more, that’s for sure;
If not, show them the door!
John comes in, the curtains close;
Standing right outside, everybody knows.
Open the curtains, and begin again;
Does this life, happily ever end?
Probably not, so the story goes;
For life, they call them hoes.
Why do you sell, what should be given in love?;
Men will pay, very symptomatic of.
Like meat at a butcher, they ogle your body;
In their minds, they want you to get naughty.
No one wants an ex prostitute, too used and abused;
About this, the girlie’s must be confused.
This will never end, that’s for sure;
Gotta go shopping, just found 50 Euros more!
Although I allude to going shopping for a girl in that last line, I did no such thing. I just wrote that for the poem.
Although I will say, the girls looked great and were very tempting.
In the first photo of the girls, I covered some of their faces. You’re not supposed to take photos of the girls to protect their identity. Whoever took that photo must have been pretty sneaky.
It’s too bad that photo is on the web, because you can make out their faces very easily when not obscured like I did. Anyone can find out that they were prostitutes at one time in their life.
No matter what they decide to do later on, these photos could follow them.
If you go and take photos, be aware that you could get thrown in a canal or your camera ruined if someone gets pissed enough at you. Otherwise, have a great time. I did.