Amsterdam is where you can go to do whatever the fuck you please. Smoke potgrass? No problem- you can buy a bag with your mocha latte. Wanna watch a midget dogplow a fat chick? You got it. Wanna be that midget? Get on your knees, hand over $50, and you’re in. Except that now Amsterdam is trying to clean their act up… a little bit. About 20% of these risque venues will be shut down in center city where the city council wants to put in boutiques, hotels, art galleries, etc.
“It’ll be a place with 200 windows (for prostitutes) and 30 coffee shops, which you can’t find anywhere else in the world – very exciting, but also with cultural attractions,” he said. “And you won’t have to be embarrassed to say you came.”
Riiiiight. So now the excuse for the wife for the ‘business trip’ to the Netherlands involves window shopping at an art gallery and dinner at a 5*. Surely she won’t just assume you got a blumpkin from a Swedish papaplegic while ripping gators off a mirror balanced on a donkey’s ass while watching a shower show featuring two girls, an umbrella, and sea turtle.
