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About The Hague

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history’s dirty lil secret. Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—stone beds, graffiti sayin’ “Try Lucius, he’s hung!” True story, dug it up myself—well, in my head. Makes me chuckle, humans never change. Same horny bastards, just fancier lights now. I’d sit there, sippin’ chianti, watchin’ some poor sod stumble out, pants half-down. “What am I doing with my life?” he’d mutter—straight outta Sofia’s flick. Me? I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you’re dinner if I get bored.”

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Then, I hop on my bike. Gotta love the bike culture here in Marsdijk. Everyone’s zipping around like it’s the Tour de France. I’m dodging kids on their scooters, old folks walking their dogs, and I swear, a cat just strolled across the road like it owned the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even in the bike lane!”

Fig. 3. Cross-section profiles of a current dike, a traditional...