A friend of mine, after finding out his wife of 23 years was leaving him for one of the guys she had been fucking behind his back, budgeted a trip to Amsterdam. He broke the budget down for me before he left, besides hashish, it included whores. He budgeted $100.00 a day for the whores. Apparently competition there keeps the prices lower.
He said on his fist visit to a whore house, he felt like a kid in a candy shop. He pondered fucking an Asian whore, a Black whore, a Scandinavian whore, A French whore, a Spanish whore, an Italian whore, some Eastern Bloc whore (Russian/Belarusian/Ukrainian?), and a Middle Eastern whore. All beautiful. He said the first one, the Spanish whore, was great. He was full of fury and gusto, was working out his frustrations and had a hell of a time.
The next day he went back and upon arrival he went flush with shame, guilt and regret. He thought of his mom and how disappointed she would be at her son's whoring. Just to be sure it wasn't temporary state, he chose to fuck the Asian whore. She was great and fulfilled his always-wanted-to-fuck-an-Asian fantasy.
The next day he felt even more shame, guilt, regret, and an overwhelming loss of dignity. He spent the next three days of the trip enjoying the coffee shops and museums. Anyway, it didn't bother him that his mom wouldn't have approved of all the hash he was smoking while there.