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About The Hague

We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

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After my caffeine fix, I decide to wander around. I hit up the park on the Spoorlaan. It’s a nice spot, but man, the ducks are aggressive! I’m just trying to enjoy the scenery, and these quackers are coming at me like they own the place. I’m dodging them like I’m in some weird duck dodgeball game. I’m laughing, but also kinda scared. Like, chill, ducks!

Village Formation in the Netherlands during the Middle Ages (AD 800 - 1600)