I live in the Red Light District and I’m very happy that the problem on my doorstep isn’t prostitution or hard drugs. These things exist in my neighbourhood but they seem to be fairly well managed without huge irreparable harm [1], as opposed to the 25,000 tourists who walk past my front door, put cigarette butts through my letterbox, vomit on my door handle and convert every decent local shop into a Nutella store or shitty boring overpriced bar.

So yeah, I’m cool with legalised prostitution and quasi legal drugs [2].

1. Mainly because I’m on first name terms with some of the girls who work behind the windows or who are part of the cleaning crews and who live locally - and who I see at the supermarket.

2. I had a disastrous furniture delivery that was rescued by two of the street dealers who helped me get stuff through the upstairs window when the delivery guy left when he ran over time. Sweet guys, as far as that profession goes.