The misadventures of a Rural girl navigating her way around Europe

My sister and I were fresh off the train from Paris. Being young and not having much money, we chose to stay in a cheap hostel right in the middle of the red light district. Our hostel was a 10 minute walk from the train station, once we arrived we were notified that our room wouldn't be ready until at least another hour. We were energized and excited to be in a new city so we decided to go for a walk. As we strolled down the red light district we noticed how many colorful characters were about, there seemed to be drug deals happening left right and center. Every second building was either a brothel or a strip club. It was the middle of winter, and being from Australia we were decked out in all our winter gear, but there were still prostitutes walking around wearing next to nothing, latching on to the first person who made eye contact with them. We learnt quickly not to look directly at them. After walking through the streets for a bit, we decided it would be funny to take a photo of ourselves standing in front of a strip club and to send it to our Mum & Aunty, who we had left in Paris. We scoped out all the clubs until we found one on the corner that wasn't too inappropriate, but was enough to get a tut tut and a giggle from our family. We stood outside the club trying to pick an appropriate person to take the photo for us, seeing as everyone around us seemed to be drunk, on drugs, or wanting to get out as soon as possible; it wasn't easy. I spotted a man walking in our direction, he was young, and looked like he'd just finished work. He also wasn't walking in the half run, half walk pace like every other sober person seemed to be. I began him but once we made eye contact I stopped in my tracks, his eyes were like steel, cold & hard. My sister and I decided to take our own photo. The man was walking in the opposite direction but he kept looking back at us, it was off putting. A minute later the same man was coming towards us again, we decided not to look in his direction. We were still standing on the corner, he crossed the street and looked back at us again. "What is this guys problem?" I retorted to my sister. Before she could answer we looked across the street, there was an old disheveled man walking towards the young man, once he saw him his eyes went wide and he tried to throw a little white ball on the ground. The young man ran over to him and pushed him up against the wall. That was when it hit me, the man was undercover, he thought we were dealers