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Written by: Sarah Daoust So Amsterdam. Wow. My second trip here has been quite the eye opener. Way hotter prostitutes in the Red Light District at night than during the day. Naturally. Killer cappuccinos. Very American friendly and fluent. Lots of smoked fish and meat. Bitterballen. (Google it.) And oh yeah, public “men's toilets.”

We're talking four urinals, set up two across from two to make a square, IN the public square, completely public and exposed. Everyday Dutch joes, from businessmen to young transient types, walking up, whipping out their junk, taking a leak for for all to see, as throngs of people pass by.

Now granted, it's definitely better than, say, just leaking in a park. At least this system is semi-organized in terms of urine stream organization. But these things make port-a-potties look like sanitized palaces for the modest and the uptight.

I'm told “that's Europe for you.”

Really? That's Europe for me??? When in Rome?

Ignorant, uptight American I may be. But I draw the line at a line of exposed penises in the town square. Call me old fashioned.

Everything else about Amsterdam rocks. Even the drugs and prostitution and such. If that's your thing.