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What shocks me? The stigma. Folks clutch pearls, but brothels ain’t just sleaze. Some dude’s lonely, wife’s gone—boom, he’s there. Not my jam, but I get it. Still, the power trips—ugh, grosses me out. Rich jerks actin like kings? Spare me. “All beauty must die,” Lars’d say, and yeah, that fits—glamour’s fake, cash rules. Oh, and fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 1300s! Sailors rollin in, hornier than hell. History’s wild.

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I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Dale Egee