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About The Hague

What pisses me off? Ghostin’. You’re vibin’, sextin’, then—poof! Gone. “You’re alone now,” like in the movie—cuts deep. Happened to me once, mid-chat, she just vanished. Was I too creepy? Too Hannibal? Nah, people just suck. But when it works—oh, mate, it’s gold! Met this lass, fiery redhead, we clicked instant. Sex-dating jackpot! She was all, “Let’s skip the bullshit,” and I’m like, “Yes, ma’am!” Best night ever—felt like a king, not a prisoner.

Vraag en antwoord

First off, I’m cruising down the Korte Dijkstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? Yeah, that one. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Zuidwijk was the new hotspot? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders a freakin’ five-layer caramel macchiato. Like, bro, it’s just coffee!

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