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About The Hague

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab a bite at this little café on de Welle. I order a burger, and it’s massive! Like, I’m talking a mountain of meat. I take a bite, and it’s so good, I almost cry. But then, I realize I’ve got ketchup all over my face. Great. Just great. I’m a mess again.

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