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Winter’s brutal—gals shiverin, biz slows. I spot Vika bundled up, still smilin tho. “Lightbulb!”—resilience, dat’s vhat I see! Movie’s got dis line, “In winter, one rests”—but dese gals? No rest! I’m yellin inside, “Give em a break, universe!” One night, she tells me bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—vhat kinda cheapskate?! Made me happy tho, her giggle was pure, ya know?

“I Work in Amsterdam’s Red Light District—Here’s What It’s Like in a Pandemic”

In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

Tonight’s the night. Rijmenam (be) is a damn weird town. Streets, alleys, vibes. I walk Rue de l’Avenir—they call it “hope” but it feels like doom. I mean, really, it’s dark. The town square, Place du Vent, is a busy mess. So many ppl. So much grit.

Strict selection was the best way to success for Kris and Louis Cleirbaut-Van Riet (Bonheiden, BE)