The crack of dawn in Amsterdam, and the streets are almost empty. One man walks away from the red glow of a doorway, the night’s heat still on his back, heading toward the promise of morning. A few steps and one bridge later, the St. Nicholas Co-Cathedral stands reflected in glassy canal water, gold against the glowing blue. Between them lies the city’s truth—sin paid for in cash, redemption offered for free, both ready for you again tonight.