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About The Hague

Met this one gal, years back—street name “Velvet.” Swear, Clarice, she was sharp—knew every damn trick. Said she’d stash cash in her bra, cops never checked there. Smart, huh? Laughed my ass off when she told me. “People are strange,” like that line from *Ten*—fits perfect. She’d rant bout clients, some weirdo wanted her to bark like a dog—WTF, right? Cracked me up, but damn, the shit they deal with.

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HARDERWIJK De fractie van de ChristenUnie is geschrokken van het bericht dat in Harderwijk vijftien sekswerkers zijn ontdekt in vaak schrijnende situaties. Men geeft aan dat ieder mens in .

Next, I head to the old town, and it’s just gorgeous. The architecture is insane! I’m strolling down the Langegracht, and I spot this cute café. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can just grab a coffee?” But then, I see the prices. I’m like, “What are they serving, liquid gold?” So, I just take a pic of the place instead. #BrokeGuideLife.

Thousands attend anti-racism rallies across the Netherlands, despite the rain