My first sight of the Red Light District was very much by accident, walking through town to find my accommodation in the middle of the day, I looked to my left and right there was a girl in an american flag bikini, but with a more brazillian style to it. Not just a night-time thing apparently.
Later on we thought we’d take a wander through and see what all the infamous fuss was about. There really are a lot of girls, how would you say it, on display? It also seemed there were two distinct types with nothing in between – really just awkwardly ugly ones, and ones with absolutely stunning bodies that could easily be poster girls for celebrity trainers like Tracey Anderson. They were quite impressive, really.
I also learned that they are all unionised. Apparently they get paid a tonne, and over the years have negotiated really great working conditions (well, that’s subjective, given the essence of the job) and excellent pay rates. And by pay rates I mean larger cuts from their pimps.
It’s all a bit of a laugh walking through such a bizarre part of town, until of course you see a male walking through one of the doors next to those red lit windows. Then you kindof want to vom.