Before anyone asks: no, I didn’t personally employ their services :).
I awake on Saturday morning, my birthday, knowing that my lovely wife had booked us a mystery weekend somewhere (my guess being Pembrokeshire or the Brecon Beacons). Just past Barry, when it becomes clear that we’re on our way to Cardiff airport, she hands me a gift. Unwrapped, it is Lonely Planet: Amsterdam. Hurrah!
What a magnificent, inspiring city. (Full of scousers, strangely: it was like Butlins Pwllelli). Even without the ultra-civilised liberal institutions (that’s “liberal” in a European sense, not the absurdly counter-intuitive US term) it is one of the jewels of Europe, architecturally, culturally and…erm…canally.
But back to those institutions. After the wife and I had wandered the medieval Centrum in the sunshine whilst pleasantly bollocksed on skunk, we sauntered through the Red (more accurately “UV ”) Light District. Quite and eye opener, in many ways.
The prostitutes hire a “window” and charge around $60 for a 15-minute appointment (which is taxed). The client must wash thoroughly and wear a condom, and any hint of aggressive or unreasonable behaviour on his part will warrant the pressing of a button which summons police/security. It appears to be almost as safe and hygienic a workplace as any other, which perhaps explains why there are so few illegal prostitutes in Amsterdam (less than 5%).
As for the mental and psychological health of the women, this did not IMO appear too much cause for concern either. There seemed to be a strong camaraderie and extensive support structure amongst the women, who would continually chat to each other between clients like any other work colleague. They are also apparently regularly “interviewed” by well-meaning punters who “just want to talk” - these are apparently their favourite clients: $50 for a conversation with someone who cares about your well-being! (Indeed, I heard one woman gently reassuring a client, as she smilingly but firmly shepherded him out the door, that she had “no problem with the work”.)
These are young, attractive and by all accounts extremely “sorted” women who could take all kinds of alternative employment opportunities in the city but who, for some reason, prefer to have hygienic and safe sex with strangers for lots of money. Doubtless, one might uncover dark and tragic stories in their past lives which might have influenced their career decision. But compared to the illegal workers and their regular rapes, diseases, violent assaults, arrests, oppressive pimping and utter lack of any kind of support structure, these women truly live in civilisation.
I would strongly advise everyone to visit Amsterdam once in their lives, especially if one is of a more conservative outlook. I understand that there are eg. brothels elsewhere, bu nowhere else is one confronted so. Whether or not one agrees with the legalisation of drugs or prostitution, one should at least be able to accommodate it intellectually rather than seek the comfort of denial. Humans are sexual beings. Plants which affect a sense of well-being when eaten grow from the very ground. These are facts to be dealt with.