Some of you may know me as Lange Niezel, courtesy of a Vice magazine interview. But that was then this is now, and a new name. And who knows what tomorrow will bring. But some things change slowly or marginally. I mean, sex with prostitutes in Amsterdam’s De Wallen is always sex for money, right? And, so, here’s a look behind the curtain (quite literally) and an insight into what some of that money has bought and is buying.
So why are you here? What do you want? A list of hot chicks? Don’t be stupid (I respectfully suggest). What you want and want and what I want are almost certainly different. This blog is about what will work for you.
Anywhere in the world. Up2U.
Below are a handful of images which I’ve grabbed randomly from my private collection. Maybe, if you need encouragement, they’ll whet your appetite for exploration of this blog. The experience changed my life. Thank you, De Wallen Girls!!! And thank you for viewing this far.
How did I get to do that? Take all these photos, I mean? The answer’s in here somewhere, I’m certain.
When I first visited Amsterdam’s De Wallen, the tourists’ red light district, I was in the habit of keeping a detailed, daily diary. After my first window visit, I went off to a coffee shop one that actually sold coffee, settled down with my diary (feeling quite giddy, to be honest) and wrote up my first encounter with an Amsterdam prostitute. It was in a leather bound diary with blank pages.
The writing took more than four times the length of the actual experience. Because I saw several girls every time I visited the area, I soon had quite a collection of diary entries. And photos of the girls taken inside the rooms, behind those red curtains. And then I branched out into De Singelgebied and De Pijp (window districts that are frequented by the locals) …. and then into Soho, London. It’s been a rich and varied experience.
Alongside those Amsterdam red light visits I did a bit of research; I didn’t have to read very much before I realised that there was a lot of prejudice, misinformation and downright dishonesty when it came to reporting and commenting on prostitution. Take a look at 25,000 Sex Slaves: Bad data, Misinformation, Dirty Tricks to see where I’m coming from.
I wondered if there might be people in the world who would appreciate a candid view from the inside, albeit from the point of view of a client. I decided to publish some of the diary online.
The blog developed quite a following, with over 1,000,000 visitors. This is a scaled-down version of the original website because scores of diary entries have been packaged as ebooks, available from the Amazon Kindle store (you don’t need to own a Kindle in order to be able to access them – all you need is a phone or computer). You will, however, find extracts and complete diary entries on this blog, along with information and commentary.
But note: this is not a tutorial on how to succeed with window girls. it’s a guy thinking aloud and commenting upon his experiences. I was once chastised by a religious type because I left a comment on his (paid to be at the top of research returns website); he described my comment as pornographic. I responded by (a) apologising for any offence caused and (b) asking how a description of one’s life could possibly be described as pornographic. If you know, give me a heads up.
Sadly, a lot of reviewers (boo hoo) comment that the diaries are ‘hilarious’. That. Is. Not. The. Fucking. Point. Yes, I admit that my Diary style is a bit laddish (y’know what I mean. Innit) and if I can I set up a laugh (I’ve written and performed comedy), I do ….. but I’ve also done hardcore research and had it published ….. and, yes, I’ve given lectures …. and written non-fiction books …. and software ……. . But what I’m actually doing is describing life threatening sexual encounters with super-hot girls (technically women) for money. I start like a man in a maze and then I slowly figure it out; how to have real girlfriend sex with them.
Too many back shots? I’m afraid you’ll have to click and scroll to get to the more explicit photos.
Whoops!
Licked it. Loved it.
To be honest, I was a little bit in love from the first moment.
The Amsterdam Diaries 