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About The Hague

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

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I’m munching away, and I see this guy juggling. Like, how does he not drop anything? I’m impressed. Then, I spot my friend, Tom, and we start chatting. He’s telling me about his new job, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he spills his drink all over me. Classic Tom.

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