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About Utrecht

So we’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’, *This is my rock ‘n’ roll moment!* She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her night—some jerk stiffed her 20 bucks earlier, pissed her off. I’m noddin’, “Jerks suck!”—tryin’ to be supportive. Then she’s like, “Let’s go, big shot.” I’m thrilled—nervous as hell, but thrilled! “To the real world!” I shout—*Almost Famous* again—cringe overload!

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

The Amsterdam Prostitute Monument. A small woman bronze figure stands centrally in the Red Light District, on a square before the Oude Kerk. It represents a prostitute at the door waiting .

So I get to my first gig at a community center on De Laan. It’s packed with people. I’m talking a full house. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” But then, I realize the speaker is a total bore. I mean, come on! I’m trying to keep the energy up, but this guy is droning on about... I don’t even know. Something about local history? Yawn.