The rain had stopped, leaving the air misty. I stood stiffly in the middle of such an unfamiliar place. My stomach churned, but also trembled with excitement. I was in the heart of the Reeperbahn. People crowded the streets in fancy club outfits and the loud music sent vibrations through my body. The only source of light was coming from infinite neon signs that lined every building. It was an uncomfortable feeling that somehow peaked my curiosity. Earlier in the day I was roaming the cobblestoned streets of Hamburg.
People were dressed in big heavy jackets, awaiting the rainfall that was going to happen later that afternoon. The sky was painted blue and a few billowy storm clouds were starting to roll in. Down the street, a guy was dressed in a large gray puffy jacket and black skinny jeans so tight I could see the definition of his leg muscles.
He had piercing green eyes and a scruffy brown beard. He wore a loose knit beanie with a backpack hanging low from his back. I was lost in the depths of Hamburg and desperately wanted to find where the Red Light District was so I could see what all the hype was about. Why not go during the day?
I had heard about the Red Light Districts in other countries, but never in Hamburg. I was curious about it; Did it include the same experience as others? Were there more prostitutes? A dangerous place to be at night? So many questions were running through my head at miles per hour. How can a Red Light District could be safe? Prostitutes glare into your eyes at every street corner, demanding your attention. They stand tall in their 6 inch black stilettos, dressed in thin lacy lingerie with their makeup glimmering in the red lights.
Presumably, nothing good happens here and everyone fears the unexpected. The red light district had something to offer? To someone like me, so innocent?
