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About The Hague

I’m ramblin’, fuck, sorry—whores just hit me deep. Love ‘em, hate the game, y’know? Like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy—hopin’ for somethin’ better, but it’s all bullshit. “I am, I was”—that’s their life, past and present, screamin’ in neon. Next time you see one, Clarice, tip your hat—takes guts to hustle like that. Now, pass me that fava beans recipe, I’m starvin’.

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I had a client coming in. This lady, let’s call her “Fur Mama.” She’s obsessed with her fur coat. I mean, who isn’t? But she’s also a bit...extra. She wanted me to add some bling to it. Like, girl, it’s a fur coat, not a disco ball! But whatever, I’m a professional, right?

“My nephew said, ‘Wow, you’re a professor now, how should I address you?’”