Prostitution is the world’s oldest profession resulting in famous whores throughout history and biblical text. Hollywood has even romanticized the profession in the flick Pretty Woman, but how many sex workers do you know that have ended up with millionaires. Go ahead, I’ll wait, I just ordered another pint so we have time. The sex world is an interesting one and it was through my basic curiosity that I was able to capture a glimpse of this world. Here are my accounts of that journey.
Amsterdam’s Red Light District
At the helm of the prostitution world is the red light district in Amsterdam simply out of popularity. Not only is this a place where horny guys go to score, this is a place visited by every traveler out of a basic human feeling, curiosity. It is a giant tourist attraction, and yes you will see grandpa and grandma waltzing through the red lit streets. Of course it isn’t till the late hours of the night that the serious customers reveal themselves. My fist venture here was during my first European excursion. Like every tourist I went and checked out the girls flaunting their goods behind a glass window. I couldn’t tell you price or what is negotiated as I did not inquire with one of the girls. Instead I walked and stared in amazement for this world does not exist in mine. I will say the girls are hotter than your average street walker in the states.
Pascha in Cologne Germany
During my time in Cologne I was informed of a famous brothel named Pascha. After conducting my research through the worldwide web I discovered that Pascha is a hotel where prostitutes rent a room to conduct their services. Revenue from clients is solely theirs and the hotel does not take a cut. They make their revenue through entrance fees and alcohol sales. If you ask me this sounds better than working for an abusing pimp. Yes, yes I don’t know what actually transpires behind the scenes, but if the information is accurate then it is a good deal in an industry that has a seedy reputation.
Pascha is the biggest brothel in Germany. There was no way I was going to miss it so I convinced my fellow hostel mate to join me in this adventure.
It was quite a walk from our hostel to the brothel but upon arrival we were greeted by a single bouncer at the entrance. We paid our fee to enter the premises which wasn’t hefty, 15 euros I think. This was two years ago so I apologize for my memory being a bit hazy. The place didn’t seem quite populated, but it was early in the night. At this hour most people are just arriving at the bars and the bros are testing their luck. I’m assuming after failure and last call the place gets packed.
We made our way through the dim lit hallways, floor after floor. If a girl is open for business she will have her door open and will usually be hanging by the doorway. Some are quick to offer pricing and services while others gaze at you and wait for you to make the first move. Starting price is 50 euros. This can be many different things such as basic sex, blow job or hand job, all depends on what you negotiate with the girl. Any additional services cost more. Of course every girl has different prices but the standard I kept hearing was 50 euros. We got to the final floor of regular services. Any further up and we had to pay another fee. What’s on these special floors you ask? Why trannies of course. I guess trannies provide a special service to that special gentleman with specific taste. That was our cue to get the fuck out of there.
During my travels I had mentioned to a fellow traveler that I was headed to Hamburg. She informs me of a place that is forbidden for women to enter. Of course I asked why and she tells me it is Hamburg’s red light district. Unlike Amsterdam, this place is closed off to women and according to her there were guards at the entrances preventing women from entering. She was so intrigued by this that she encouraged me to go and give her a full report on what I had witnessed. I was enticed.
My stay in Hamburg was short but I did manage to explore the forbidden zone to women. It did not live up to the hype. It is exactly like the red light district in Amsterdam except it is only a small alley with girls behind the glass. I didn’t see any guards at the entrances, but it is walled off to keep out of view from the public. The district it is in is called Reeperbahn, and here you can find plenty of strip/whore houses and street walkers. Reepeerbahn is located next to the St. Pauli quarter which is popular with tourists/backpackers for drinking and partying.
Thailand’s Nana Plaza
My visa in Vietnam had come to an end so I had to leave the best country in South East Asia. I flew back to Bangkok so I can work my way North. I booked a hostel far away from Khao San road because I was not in the mood to party. In my search for my hostel I came upon a street with a large unlit sign, it read Nana Plaza. A friend had mentioned this place to me but during my initial stay in Bangkok I had no desire to visit it. This time my hostel was a block away so fuck it why not. I had time to kill anyway.
I returned later that night and oh man this place was something else. This street was lit up like the Vegas strip. Everyone on this street were either prostitutes or clientel. There are the few curios minds like mine who are venturing these streets but unlike Amsterdam this did not appear to be a huge tourist attraction. This place is strictly business, you came here for sex, because “she will love you very long time”.
Unlike the other places I visited, the clientele here was much older. To be more specific, older white guys. These fuckers are everywhere, with whores half their age. I went through 3 phases of emotions:
- Disgust: Bro these girls can be your daughters and for some of you, your granddaughters! The fuck is wrong with you? You old perverted fucks!
- Humor: Hahahahaha you are about to get fucked by an old wrinkling dick. Can he even get it up? Oh man this is so gross it’s funny.
- Sadness: Fuck, you girls are probably part of the sex trade and are not here out of your own will. These old fucks are probably here for a reason we don’t see on the surface. Perhaps it is loneliness. For the first time I saw men paying these girls for their time. They were out on dates and having casual conversations. Sure the sex probably came later, but unlike their young male counterparts in Amsterdam, for these old blokes it was more than just sex, it was the pleasure of human company from the opposite sex. At their age there isn’t much to look forward to but death.
I shook off my emotions and continued to explore.
Walking through the plaza the girls are more aggressive than others I had encountered. They were constantly waving me over, blowing me kisses, showing me nipple, grabbing me and doing ungodly things with their mouth. I played it cool of course, nodding no thanks to each and every one.
I wandered into one of the brothels where I was greeted by a hostess who sat me down. In order to stay I had to purchase a beer, so I ordered the cheapest beer they had, good old Chang. This place had a similar layout to a strip club with a stage in the center. On stage were several girls with numbers pinned on their bra. They moved around the stage like one of those pre-made sushi restaurants where the food revolves around a massive table. Hmmm let’s see? Oh this one looks good. I’ll fuck this one.
The gentleman next to me had selected a number and the hostess brought the girl down to his table. After a few minutes she brings the girl a drink. The gentleman perceives to pay. I can only assume a drink for the girl is mandatory for her time to talk to you. Cheeky cunts eh.
After minutes of conversation or negotiation, they strike a deal and the gentleman disappears with the girl in hand behind some curtains. Finished my drink, waved at the hostess who gave me a disappointed look for not ordering a girl, and took off.
By now you are probably wondering if I paid for sex. I mean I must have after visiting these places right? Wrong! I did not have sexual relationships with any of these women. Man I’m starting to sound like good old Bill but unlike the 42nd president I’m telling the truth. Hookers simply aren’t my thing, for many more reasons than the fact that I’m cheap. If hookers are your thing, that’s cool, I’m not judging, I just ask to please do it in a legitimate place otherwise you are contributing to a much larger darker world of the sex trade.
Well that’s about it. Like I said this was only a glimpse into this world. I wish I could give you guys more insight but I dare not go any further in my research. However, if you dare dive further into this world there are plenty of books and documentaries out there. I’ll let you do your own research.
Till next time fellow travelers.
*photo cred for main photo: Rebel Circus,