It’s true. Every once in a blue moon, I run across a tourist in the red-light who isn’t a complete idiot. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s somewhere around one in every two hundred. In situations like this, I admit I don’t know how to act. I’m befuddled. Typically, I move through the red-light like a ghost, making no contact—eye or otherwise—with other foreigners. I guess it’d me more accurate to say...
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