I recently returned from Hamburg (bit rubbish I thought... and miserable bastards) and the Reeperbahn there wasn't really something I was expecting.
It was full on, I found it odd walking past shops displaying millions of toys and walking past 'theatres' with large colour photos on display of what the shows looked like. There was only one shop that didn't look full on tatty. I think the thing I found uncomfortable was how cheap and sleazy the places looked. I can bear toys in 'boutiques' but somewhere named Paradise of Sex with much fleshy plastic is just too tacky. It also has plenty on 'dossers' and vagabonds! Beggers and such. Stuck of piss too.
It was at night that it became slightly uncomfortable. For some reason the ladies of the night stand in lines across roads and squares like riot police... only with more peroxide blonde and pink. It was quite strange seeing a few dozen women all in a uniform line not moving spaced a few feet apart.
So any experiences of Red light areas from anyone else?
Also another question, would an 'upmarket' red light area work or are the clients of a certain type and only after one thing?
Any thoughts then? I'm sure I'll have more to add soon.
For upmarket red light zone try Park Lane Hotels in London !!!! Kings Cross was a red light area in days gone by, the girls used to stand across the road blocking motorists from going any further....and subjecting them to the come ons and yelling abuse at the no hopers!!!
I'm just curious as to if this type of debauchery can be better than the tacky appeal to the lowest common denominator. Interesting that there is/was a place.
Better running with your imagination more times than not, a bang on the head can quickly diminish any sense of debauchery!!! ... and who would ever complain!! ha ha.
I was wandering round Amsterdam on holiday one night, going round in circles and completely lost as to which loop we were on like every other tourist there! Wandering about totally oblivious as to where we were until this lady in a full length window made me jump out of my skin! It's really noticeable too how the pace of walking slows as you approach the red light streets too! Like WandA said, the vast majority of the shops were very tacky and we didn't even come back with one toy! Although we did visit the Sex Museum!!!
I've had first hand experience of the pimps and sleazeballs at Kings Cross, with 3 girls years ago after a gig realizing we had missed the last train we though we would wait the 2 hours until it re opened. Lots of creepy men about who kept approaching us but we could handle it, was fine until one guy started stoking my leg he soon had the wrath of 4 16 year old girls and a load of other people from the gig too chasing after him!
I stayed a street away from the Moulin Rouge in Monmarte Paris. While there are loads of sex shops - each as tacky and neon as the last we only saw two prostitutes in five days there. There was a homeless person on the corner which I did give my spare change to on the last day because the French are pretty harsh on the homeless I'd heard.
All in all, Paris and its 'Red light district' aren't as bad as some people say. You have to be careful in any big city such as Paris or London for theft and pick-pockets etc. but two ugly prostitutes didn't bother me.
Hehe! I went to Paris on a school trip and our hostel and restaurant were either side of the red light district. Our bus driver was so embarrassed and didn't have a clue where he was going, we ended up going down this same road 5 times where a guy was getting a blow job in the window! We also walked past the same ladies of the night every evening who always tried to chat up one of our teachers who is as camp as they come, without fail they tried their best to chat him up and he let them try just to see how long it would be before they gave up!
Hehe! I went to Paris on a school trip and our hostel and restaurant were either side of the red light district. Our bus driver was so embarrassed and didn't have a clue where he was going, we ended up going down this same road 5 times where a guy was getting a blow job in the window! We also walked past the same ladies of the night every evening who always tried to chat up one of our teachers who is as camp as they come, without fail they tried their best to chat him up and he let them try just to see how long it would be before they gave up!
Hehe! I went to Paris on a school trip and our hostel and restaurant were either side of the red light district. Our bus driver was so embarrassed and didn't have a clue where he was going, we ended up going down this same road 5 times where a guy was getting a blow job in the window! We also walked past the same ladies of the night every evening who always tried to chat up one of our teachers who is as camp as they come, without fail they tried their best to chat him up and he let them try just to see how long it would be before they gave up!
He had a coach load of 16 year old kids letching and gorping at it every time we went round! Was great fun for us but he ended up crying External Media
He had a coach load of 16 year old kids letching and gorping at it every time we went round! Was great fun for us but he ended up crying External Media
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Maybe he cried because he was stuck with the kids not stuck in the window with the blowjob lady!
I've been to the red light district in Amsterdam and as there is a few pubs on the street as well as an erotic museum I found it a fairly comfortable experience and didn't mind all the sex shops. Entering the sex shops did feel a little less welcoming with the likes of animal porn and some pretty intense fetish porn on display.
Other shops stuck to more tasteful stuff such as costumes, lingerie, novelty items and erotic movies that don't verge on the extreme. These were much more enjoyable and I returned with several outfits, suspenders and a small pocket vibe as treats for my girlfriend.
I once spent a week working in Amsterdam, and walking through the red light district was the quickest way to get to work. One morning when not entirely awake I stopped and turned round to respond to a woman's request of "can you help me please?" (being a gentleman), only to find myself grabbed by the wrist and dragged into a rather small and seedy room where I was offered a BJ for a very cheap price - I guess business was slow at that time of day - closely followed by her grabbing at my crotch whilst running the rest of her sales repertoire.
I was so taken aback by the brazenness of the whole approach (it WAS rather early in the morning...) that my entire tackle tried to withdraw inside my body in shock; I mumbled something like "good grief, I've only just had breakfast!", and forcibly distentangled myself and left hurriedly. Not the most erotic experience, on the whole.
That sounds a lot like Sunny Beach in Bulgaria 5 mil where I've spent a couple of holidays. Around there you have your brothel/pub/strip club which are fine and then you have the street prostitutes that will try to grab your crotch/wallet.
I actually had a funny experience on the way back from a night club when I asked a local man standing at a street corner if there was a nearby toilet and he showed me a toilet through the door on the building he was standing next to. Now it didn't occur to me for a second that this man was a pimp as I was rather smashed so I started doing my business in the toilet.
That's where the funny part happened looking back now as when I looked down much to my surprise there was an extra pair of hands holding my crotch. I turned round to hear the trade mark classic "Suckie Suckie" from one of those street prostitutes. I respectfully declined and headed back to the hotel so I'm glad they didn't try to threaten me or anything like some of the criminals there, you really have to keep your wits about you in these foreign places.
I've been asked on two seperate occasions how much I charge! I was waiting at the same bus stop both times so I wonder if that's a pick-up spot or something!
I promise I wasn't dressed like I wanted to be solicited ... unless there's a weird underground scene of duffle coat and rucksack wearing prostitutes!
I've been asked on two seperate occasions how much I charge! I was waiting at the same bus stop both times so I wonder if that's a pick-up spot or something!
I promise I wasn't dressed like I wanted to be solicited ... unless there's a weird underground scene of duffle coat and rucksack wearing prostitutes!
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In Hamburg casual/snuggly was all the rage in the industry apparently. Pink bubble coats and ugg boot things.
Lol I assume I made the secret, erotic signal of looking at the bus timetable then at my watch... I should have known better than to use such a blatant sexual invitation!
Also I would've been wearing the classic prostitue footwear of running shoes ... huge hit with the foot fetishists I hear!
