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About The Hague

Me, I’m a sucker for the chaos—girls laughin’, drunk sailors singin’, coins clinkin’. It’s alive, raw, messy. But sometimes—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—I see the chains. Ain’t all fun ‘n’ games, some’re trapped, forced. Pisses me off, wanna choke somethin’—maybe with the Force, y’know? Still, I keep comin’ back—brothels got a pull, like the dark side callin’. “Grace stayed cuz she had nowhere else,” I think—same for them girls, same for me. Whaddya say, mate—fancy a trip?

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And let me tell ya, it’s a jungle up there. Cobwebs everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I saw a family of spiders throwin’ a rave. But then, I hear it. The scurrying. My heart races. I’m like, “This is it!” I whip out my traps, ready to catch some furry little monsters.