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About The Hague

Here’s the kicker—brothels ain’t just sex pits. Nah, they’re stages. Drama unfolds, like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s a damn ghost. “Anything done out of love,” Benigno says, “is beyond good and evil.” Well, shit, is it love when a guy pays for a fake moan? I dunno, fam, I dunno. Sometimes I laugh—imagine me, Morgan, workin’ the door, narratin’ each chump’s entrance: “Here comes Johnny, seekin’ salvation in a $20 lay.” Hilarious, right? But then—bam—sadness hits. Them girls ain’t all there by choice. Trafficking’s real, y’all. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

Red Light District

I finally get to the station, and my buddy’s not there. I’m standing there like an idiot, looking at the clock. Time’s ticking, and I’m getting mad. I’m thinkin’, “Did he ghost me?” But then I see him running from the direction of de Kromme Spieringweg. He’s outta breath, like he just ran a marathon.

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