2:50am Red Lights

Brett and i arrived in the red light district around 10 of 3. The streets were very familiar to me since we were here just the other day. As we walked deeper into the red light district a man walked by us looking up into the sky. He was a black man wearing almost all black. Under his voice he mumbled "Coca, Coca"

I took a breath and buried my face with in my coat as we took a turn down a street that was lined with red lights on two levels with a canal running down the middle. The street was filled with load noises of men laughing and screaming. I was instantly put on high alert to what was going on around me. Individual men as well as groups of men walked up and down the street looking at girls and laughing with each other. My mouth was gaping open at the sight of these girls. No only were they not the same girls as this morning they were the sexiest girls i have ever seen.

Brett: "how can these girls be prostitutes?" "They are the most beautiful girls i have ever seen"
Frazer: "Dude look at this girl, why isnt she doing something else?"
Brett: "lets get a couple"
Frazer: "no, i dont want to do at all" "think about how many dudes have been in them"
Brett: "Ya your right"

As we walked down the street girls in lingerie, leather, and anything else you can think of tap on their windows opened their doors and asked us to come inside.

I read a sign "lesbian show".

Frazer: "Want to see how much this is?"
Brett: "ya why not"

I cracked open the door as two ladies blond thin ladies in lingerie were inviting us in.

Frazer: "How much is it for the show"
Lady: "100 euros"
Frazer: "What 100 euros for a show no way" I turned to brett "No way is that a good deal"
Frazer: "How much is it to fuck?"
Lady: "50 euros"
Frazer: "What its 50 euros to fuck!" "Brett no how the fuck is it 50 euros to fuck these girls" "Lets do it" I started to open the door
Brett: "no!"
Frazer: As i shut the door i threw my hands in the air and said "Damnit their so hot and it is only 50 euros"
Brett: "No we said we wouldnt"
Frazer: "Your right"

The inner struggle of guys in the red light district was an amazing sight. We watched as one man bundled in his coat paced back and forth as he looked a one of the women. You could see that he had made his decision to do it as he ran with his hand extended for the door handle. Immediately after opening the door he slammed and shut and ran back to the same spot where he was pacing.