Amsterdam International Airport was only fifteen kilometers from Amsterdam City Center, and since the airport served as a train station, it took just twenty minutes on the metro to reach Gao Yang and his team's destination.
Amsterdam's famous Red Light District was near the central train station—within walking distance. Along a narrow canal, any location with a red-lit door marked a workplace for the window girls.
They arrived in Amsterdam at night, the busiest time for the Red Light District. The narrow river reflected pink lighting, and the windows displayed scantily clad women working tirelessly to attract attention. Gao Yang felt like he was suffocating.
Gao Yang kept his gaze straight ahead. Taylor, though looking somewhat unnatural, was darting glances all over the place. After all, looking didn't cost money—taking in the scenery here was quite the experience for him.
