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About The Hague

Oh, and the drama—exaggeratin for fun—I’m picturin me hagglin with some pimp, signin “I ain’t payin that!” and he’s all confused, thinkin I’m dancin or somethin. Hilarious! I’d be like, “bitch, I’m Lizzo, I don’t chase, I attract!” Total mood. Prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine—imagine one tellin me bout dodgin cops in fur coats, I’d die laughin. Anyway, findin a prostitute? It’s risky, raw, and real—kinda like love that never speaks its name, ya feel? It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m here for it!

Circumstances

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning. I just wanna go home and binge-watch some Netflix. But no, one last call comes in. It’s a kid from the school on the Molenstraat. He’s lost his backpack. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a backpack, not a spaceship!” But I help him out anyway.

Janne Van Brummelen