The DeWallen Red Light District where you could fulfill pretty much every perverted fantasy you may have. Now, the first thing you will notice is the abundant pungent aroma of weed and sex.How strong is the smell? Let’s say it would smell like Snoop & Wiz Khalifa’s apartment if they were room-mates and decided to hot box their apartment while having an orgy with a bunch of strippers. No joke.
The women prance around in the window with their lingerie pointing and waving you to come inside. Pun intended.
It’s like a candy store for every perverted European man I saw in Boracay with an underage prostitute except these women are over the legal age. Therefore, these women are out of the age group for the perverted European men. The women prance around in the window with their lingerie pointing and waving you to come inside. Pun intended.
It’s not for the weak of heart but made for corrupted American Intelligence agents who like to spend American tax dollars on escorts and cocaine. Well, them or the Santa Ana cops who got busted on camera for eating weed brownies. The only difference is the cops can’t steal their brownies in Amsterdam.
Now, you’re probably wondering what would an angel like myself be doing in neighborhood like this? Well, it’s kind of a long story. To make a long story short, I got lost. I got lost in the prostitute’s eyes as she whistled and waved me to join her in the room. I swear I started hearing Adele’s Hello. My buddy was like “Manh! Manh! Let’s go get some dinner” The word “dinner” broke her magical spell.
Anyway, the Red Light District is a must stop whether your intention is to exploit the weed and sex trade or just to say you’ve been there. I went for the later to see a great example of tolerance. There is no judging here. Lastly, no pictures are allowed of the women. If you do take a picture, expect your phone to end up in the Singel. Trust me. I saw it happened before my eyes with another patron.
