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About Utrecht

Back in the day, heard I did, bout this chick in LA—called her “Ghost Gal.” Worked corners near Venice Beach, 70s style. Trippy fact—she’d vanish, poof! Cops pissed, couldn’t nab her. Made me laugh, it did—slicker than a Hutt’s slime! Reminds me, “What we need’s an enema!”—that’s Anderson’s line, heh. World’s messy, yo, prostitutes included.

Red Light Secrets Museum of Prostitution

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.