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About The Hague

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Feel like a real Delft local

There are six beautiful restored Delft Blue houses in a row. Another nice idea is to go bargain hunting for fashion in de Red Light District. Several former prostitute’s windows in De Wallen .

But then, bam! The machine malfunctions. I’m standing there, staring at it like it just insulted my mom. I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I mean, come on! I didn’t sign up for a tech support job! I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I could be sipping coffee at the Markt instead.

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