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About The Hague

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

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But then, bam! My oven starts acting up. It’s like it’s possessed or something. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “Great, just what I need!” I run to the back, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Smoke everywhere! I’m flailing my arms, trying to fan it out. I’m cursing in Dutch, English, whatever comes out. Finally, I get it under control, but my heart’s racing like I just ran a marathon.

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