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About The Hague

Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

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First off, I grab my gear. You know, the usual: helmet, gloves, and my trusty blaster. I live on the edge of the Renkumseweg, so I’m out the door in no time. But as I’m walking down the street, I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who even put that there? I’m already annoyed, but whatever. Gotta keep moving.

Candles on all war graves at the Airborne Cemetery in Oosterbeek are lit!