A long time ago
And in another life I used to live in a town called Groningen in The Netherlands.

Being the poor desperate hippy I was I needed some money to supliment the megre income of my then girlfriend. I was working as a lighting designer in the local theatre and not getting much for it. (I know where you think this is going and you're WRONG...)

So I got a paper round, that's right, a paper round. Though unlike your average teenager's round in this country this one took me right through the red light district.

The one thing you have to understand about The Netherlands is that prostitution is not the seedy, curb crawling, man-in-a-mac business it is here. Well, OK, sometimes it it, but the point is that there was this road where all the houses were the business addresses of the local prostitutes. And I delivered them thier papers.

More than once I was 'asked in' for a coffee, with the promise that as I was providing them with a service they'd reciprocate. I actually became really good friends with a few of them.

To this day I can't believe I never once in 5 years took advantage of thier offers...
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