Walking into the Red-Light District one evening, I was overwhelmed with a sense of nervous excitement. What would be around the corner? First, I saw the crowds, then the sharp glow of red filling the streets, and finally, the windows.
At once, I was fascinated. Everyone has heard about the ladies displayed like clothes on a mannequin, but in the flesh, it felt surreal. They stood in confidence, not ashamed of their profession. The walk down Outzijds Acherburgwal (the main street of the district) was a mere 10 minutes, but by the end, I felt compelled to know the story behind each woman behind a window.