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Originally Posted by The Mayo
TR?
Not a full TR but here's a few tidbits. If you're ever in Amsterdam I highly recommend taking a tour of the red light district, and especially if your wife/girlfriend isn't with you. Girls in bathing suits posing behind windows (the behind windows part is a government regulation). Window shopping! Some are more attractive than others but overall this is a tourist attraction that delivers. Way better than any museum.
Once I decided that I was actually going to pay for a prostitute, this walk through the red light district wasn't fun anymore. Now instead of just enjoying the sights, I'm coldly evaluating the girls, which one do I want? I pick one (tall athletic looking blonde), knock on her door, she opens it and I'm probably so nervous I'm shaking. I ask an awkward question about exactly what I'm allowed to do and how much time I get (this is unnecessary because I already know its 15 minutes, and I'm not looking to "do" anything beyond the basics). But she's getting a very weird vibe from me and maybe thinks I'm looking for something kinky, so she shakes her head, says "no", and shuts the door. So that's how the night starts, I get turned down by a hooker.
At this point I'd really just like to get back to the hotel, but I decide no, I have to go through with this. I walk down the street grimly determined to get this thing done. I come to a thin Latin girl, she'll do. This time I don't ask any questions, she opens the door and I walk in. I put my money down, she draws the shades, and with zero enthusiasm I sit down on the bed and let her go through her routine, which it seems to me she's not real good at. Details are irrelevant, I end up on top of her trying to stay stimulated because that's what I'm supposed to be doing, but my thoughts are on the fact that even though I'm sure these girls are tested regularly, VD is an occupational hazard in their line of work and my #1 goal is to be able to walk out of here without contracting anything. But first there's this silly mechanical performance I'm supposed to put on. And I can't get into it at all. 15 minutes pass and I haven't finished yet. She says times up and I'll have to pay extra if I want more time. I say no thanks, pull out and pitch the not entirely used condom into the trashcan, get dressed and walk out the door. I finish myself off back at the hotel as if to prove I can (and I don't even need her help lol).
A few years later I think back to this incident and go to a clinic to get tested. Turns out I'm clean. But of course I am, no exchange of bodily fluids FTW. Hmm well looks like a reasonably full TR after all.