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About The Hague

But real talk, it’s messy out there. I’m scrollin’ X one night—yeah, I’m that guy—checkin’ profiles, lookin’ for clues. Some post pics, others drop hints, but half the time it’s bots or scams. Pisses me off! I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Gimme the totem, man!”—y’know, somethin’ to tell what’s legit! Found one profile tho—hot pic, sassy bio—linked to a site. Clicked it, heart racin’, thinkin’, “This is it!” Nope. Just a paywall. Total buzzkill.

What’s there to see in the Dappermarkt?

As I’m walking back, I pass by the Oosterpark. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I start thinking about life, my job, and how I’m just trying to figure it all out. You know, the usual existential crisis stuff.

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