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About The Hague

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

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Breda (/ ˈbreɪdə / BRAY-də, also UK: / ˈbriːdə / BREE-də, US: / breɪˈdɑː / bray-DAH, Dutch: [breːˈdaː] ⓘ) is a city and municipality in the southern part of the Netherlands, located in the .

When I get there, my friend’s already waiting, looking all dry and smug. I’m like, “You didn’t tell me it was gonna rain!” And she just laughs. We grab some drinks at this bar nearby, and I’m feeling good again. We’re chatting, laughing, and I forget all about the rain.

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