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About The Hague

Been around brothels, me, back in the day. Not proud, nah. This one joint—Red Lantern, they called it—down some skeevy alley. Heard a tale there, swear it’s true. Some lordling, big shot, got caught with his breeches down by his own mum! She dragged him out, screamin’, red as a beet. Laughed my arse off, I did. Still, pissed me off—fancy twat thinkin’ he owns the place. “The past haunts us,” like the movie says. Bet he’s still cryin’ over it.

Haarlem Red Light District

Finally, I get to the harbor, and it’s buzzing. Fishermen are unloading their catch, and the smell? Ugh, it’s a mix of fish and seaweed. Not my fave. But hey, I’m here for the farmers, not the fish. I meet up with Jan and Els, two of the coolest farmers in town. They’re always full of energy, and today was no different.

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