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About The Hague

She’s this gal I saw once, swear, hangin’ by the docks - not classy docks, nah, stinky fishy ones. Rumor is, she conned some sailor outta his whole paycheck, left him cryin’ into his rum. Ain’t that a riot? Got me cacklin’ like a damn fool! But then, I heard she split that cash with some broke-ass widow. Shit, that surprised me - heart o’ gold under all that dirt? “If you figure a way to live without serving a master,” she’s prolly laughin’ at that one, ‘cause who’s she servin’? Herself, doc!

Samen in het winkelcentrum Dauwendaele!!

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what?! I run for cover under this awning on the Hoofdstraat. I’m standing there, soaked, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I’m clapping, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Dude, you’re my hero right now.”

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