On the edge of a cobbled path that runs along a canal in the heart of Amsterdam, a pretty woman lit her cigarette, struck a pose and smiled at the tourists pouring past. Dressed in white lingerie, her bleached blonde hair bathed in red light, the prostitute beckoned men towards her and the unmade bed behind.
'They say we give Amsterdam a bad reputation,' she said, pushing her window open slightly. 'Rubbish. This is the only reputation we have.'