One of the main things people come to Hamburg for (so i am told) is the red light distrct, that's supposedly lots of fun. The cool dude on the plane told me I must (MUST!) do it, so I did. Ummmm.... I'm sure it used to be all risque and stuff in the old days where it was frequented by sailors and other shady characters, but these days it's just bored pimps going through the motions of inviting you in and old bored pros standing at the doorways. The most interesting bit about it is the fact that the main strip is called Grosse Freiheit which translates to Great Freedom.
Here's an addition to the list of life's biggest mysteries... Say, for the sake of argument, that you do want to carry out a transaction with one such lady. Say you're a sailor or maybe a bit bored with the old missus... Why on earth would you go and do it at a major tourist attraction where a million pairs of eyes (many of which slanted, but some possibly your neighbours, your wife's parents or your kids teacher) and hundreds of cameras will see you walking in, walking out or both. Wouldn't you go somewhere more discreet? I know I would! (but then again, I'm no sailor). I guess there comes a point in some people's life where reputaion means absolutely positively zilch.
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