
i don't think i'd ever consider paying for that particular service, even if i was suffering a particularly long dry streak (mainly because i'm terrified of my penis getting a disease), but i almost considered going into the brothel, paying the madam, and just spending my time talking to the girl about life and love. i bet she'd have some crazy stories, and would have a lot of worldly wisdom to hand down. i didn't have enough money, though, so i kept walking.

the red light district has a lot more to offer your average tourist than emotionless sex, however, like legalized marijuana and the possibility of falling into a dirty canal. you'd think avoiding a relatively large body of water would be easy, but when your head's in the haze and you're busy taking photos, an accidental dip is a real possibility. thankfully i avoided that potential embarrassment, though just barely - the american equivalent, i believe, being running into a parked car.

i haven't been the best blogger as of late, and i will try to amend that with some posts soon. no promises though, because i am moving back to boulder on friday, and that whole process, naturally, will take up some time. but since i've been back stateside i've taken a roadtrip from minnesota to oklahoma (ten hours!), gone to the horse-races (and am going again tomorrow!), got a new camera (a 1978 canon a-1!), and went thrifting (clothes! and shoes!). all aforementioned events will constitute their own posts, in due time, just as soon as i finish uploading and editing the photos. 'til then, children.





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