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About The Hague

Anyway, findin a prostitue ain’t simple these days. Web’s full of sketchy ads—half of em scams. Makes me mad as hell, dude! Like, I just want some fun, not my card stolen. Did ya know, back in the 80s, Berlin hookers had secret codes? Little signals—red scarf, quick wink—to dodge the Stasi. Crazy, right? Aliens like us, we see that shit—humans missin the subtle stuff.

The Spanish border town at the center of the European sex industry

So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the local market on the Korte Dijk. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh veggies, people chatting, the smell of stroopwafels wafting through the air. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” I grab a stroopwafel, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, chewy goodness. But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a cucumber. A cucumber! Like, bro, it’s not that serious. Just pay the guy!

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