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About The Hague

Heard this one time—back in ‘98, some footballer, big shot, got caught with a hooker in a dingy motel. Cops didn’t care, but his coach? Lost his shit—made ‘im run laps till he puked! Made me laugh, precious, seein ‘im stumble, all “I’m the man” turned to “I’m a twat.” We swears! Them types, they don’t get it—sweat an glory don’t buy ya class.

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I decide to grab a drink at a local café on de Singel. I sit outside, sipping my coffee, and just watch the world go by. People are biking, chatting, living their best lives. I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”

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