Amsterdam
There’s only two reasons you’re an Australian and going to Amsterdam. A) You’ve been offered a job. B) You want to party and you’re curious. Lorna and I were not offered a job. Lorna had been before but didn’t want to tell me too much about it. I’d heard all the rumours about there being this famous red-light district and pubs on every corner, but had never seen any photos. I’d heard it was a pretty no-holds-barred city where sex and raunchiness were part of everyday life. I had no idea. After spending six weeks in the middle-east and wanting to end...
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