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About The Hague

Now, I ain’t judgin’, see? “Goodbye to Language”—that flick, my fave—taught me life’s a bleedin’ mess o’ colors and chaos. “What we see isn’t real,” it whispers, and damn right! This prossie, she’s a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume. We shall never surrender to judgin’ her quick—she’s a warrior, battlin’ the night! Her heels click like gunfire, her laugh a grenade o’ joy. Saw one once, swear it, near Soho—eyes like a fox, sly and tired. Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more guts than half me generals!”

Promoting Irish Culture and History from Little Rock, Arkansas, USA

Admittedly, I'm Karen. I dwell in Heino and prostitute is remarkable! You make me feel desired and wanted. There's no limit to how much I love.

I decide to treat myself to some ice cream at the little stand near the park. I mean, I deserve it, right? I get a scoop of stracciatella, and it’s heavenly. I’m sitting there, enjoying my ice cream, and I see the old folks playing chess. It’s such a vibe.

ICIJ member Timo Erkki Heino