Filed under: Amsterdam adult entertainment
I find it hilariously convenient that I begin writing a review of Connan Mockasin’s Please Turn Me into the Snat almost immediately following a three-day trip to Amsterdam, a weekend filled with hazy days and confusing nights. Though I barely touched mind altering substances, the city itself is very disorienting, with its winding canals, bike paths, tram lines, and car lanes, all which seem to operate in complete independence of one-another. There appears to be little order in the city’s planning, but, paradoxically, everybody who resides there seems to understand the infrastructure perfectly well. Bikes zoom by in between trams, which share lanes with buses and cars, while high and drunk people wander and stumble in between. It’s a miracle these fools make it back alive to tell their friends about their misadventures. In combination with the substances, Amsterdam invites its residents and tourists to enjoy, the place is a bit mind-bending to say the least. And that’s not even considering the city’s red light district at nighttime. But let’s leave that for another discussion.
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