Baltimore Street where I use to get my adult magazines. Not the hardcore mags, but only the big boob stuff. I guess I grew out of it because I haven't been there in 20 years.
During my 9 years in the RCN I made one visit to Amsterdam. I think there was only one red light district at the time. A whole block or so of bikini clad young ladies presenting themselves inside the bay windows of the houses. $8.00 Canadian for 1/2 hour. That would be around 1970.
I have never purposefully been to or through a red light district, but when I was a student in Sheffield in the '90s it wasn't always easy to avoid it if you were going anywhere on foot. In those days it was centred on the Broomhall neighbourhood and the western fringes of the city centre, but didn't seem to have clearly defined boundaries. Sheffield had a notorious reputation back then for its tolerance of on-street prostitution, and does today for the profusion of "massage" parlours in the Attercliffe area.
This was long ago in Amsterdam. Quite unique. Place after place all lit in red, with a lady standing in the doorway inviting you in.... Didn't even enjoy the invites... but was tempted hahaha Was on a spiritual trip to India so just passing through... ...Oh dear the memories have returned. In Amsterdam, someone gave me LSD and then they took me to a house full of LSDers. Made it to a room where three people were sitting in meditation. Ahhh i was home. The next thing i remember all of us had levitated and was hanging out near the ceiling when someone walked into the room saw us up there and we all came down. the next morning someone woke me from me sleeping on the floor and said the party was over. What a trip... sorry, i just remembered all of that.
You have nothing to be sorry about, Baba. On the contrary, thanks for taking us on "the trip," in a delicate sort of way, with you!! :) :)
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King's Cross, Sydney. There was a book I needed for university and the only place that sold it was a bookstore in Potts Point. You can only get there through the Cross.
Phoenix. My best friend in junior high/ high school was three years older than me and he had a car. The main area for working women was Van Buren Street back then. It still kind of is but not to the same degree. Back in the day, it was fully occupied and everyone associated the street with it. You'd only hear "Van Buren" in hushed tones or alongside giggles.
Anyway, back then, my BFF was three years older than me and he had a car. We'd go driving down Van Buren for entertainment. I was always so shocked when we'd see the women. Just being there was taboo. We went there a lot. I really don't remember how much but it was kind of our go-to. We never stopped or talked to anyone but driving the area was our thing. Makes me all sentimental now. lol
I can totally see that. :) :) It's that feeling of doing something way beyond your normal. Still being good but bad all at once and curiosity gets the best of you. Knowing it isn't our "district" but feel connected to it in a way you are too embarrassed to admit. Having a BFF that is guilty AND willing to feel those feelings with you and keeping your secret, safe. Never wanting to act on it but STILL really FUN thinking you might. Never getting caught because you and your BFF KNOW it isn't your walk of life but still like to ponder,.... What would it be like. Sentimental is good. Thank goodness you didn't actually act on it or live it past your boundary. I do not have a problem with any red light district. It is a way of life. Who am I to say bringing pleasure to another even for just 3 minutes and make money isn't worth just as much as making your money on the stock market? They both are a gamble but one is for certain to bring a "happy ending" while the other is legal. Happy Endings are at high risk with high stakes. Who is the smarter cat with this gamble? Rhetorical question. ;) :)