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About The Hague

So, you’re wonderin’—how do ya find one? Easy, sorta. Dark corners, shady apps, or just ask the right cabbie—those guys know everythin’. But it’s weird, man, feels like you’re in a Wong Kar-wai flick—smoke, shadows, that lingerin’ ache. “Love is so short, forgettin’ is so long,” he said. Ha! Here, it’s quick—bang, done, no forgettin’ needed. Still, somethin’ sticks with ya—maybe her perfume, maybe the way she smirked. Dunno. Kinda haunts ya.

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So, I finally make it to the café, and it’s cozy as hell. I order a cappuccino, and it’s like a warm hug in a cup. I sit by the window, watching the world go by. Groningen is beautiful, man. The canals, the old buildings, the vibe. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” Then I remember I still have work to do. Ugh.

How Van Gogh came to Groningen