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About Amsterdam

So, sexual-massage, eh? It’s this saucy lil’ dance, hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine, all “happy endin’s” an’ whispers. Not yer granny’s backrub, nay! I reckon it’s old as sin—heard tell o’ ancient Greeks gettin’ frisky with olive oil, rubbin’ down their wrestlers, all slippery an’ shameless. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ some toga-clad git goin’, “Oi, harder, mate!”—prolly where the term “greased up” came from, savvy?

Escape to Serenity

A team of women (pictured above) visit massage parlours, sex workers’ flats and a strip club and offer regular one to one support. They offer advocacy, signposting and referrals, and can help .

Then I head over to the Markt. Man, the vibe there is always lit. People everywhere, food stalls, and the smell? Ugh, to die for. I grab a frikandel speciaal. You know, the one with the sauce and onions? Heaven in a bun, I swear. But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m like, nooooo! My heart shattered.

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