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About The Hague

Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, ja? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” and I’m like, “Shut yer trap, she’s survivin’!” Gets me mad, all dese judgy losers. Dey don’t see da strength, da hustle. I’d tell her, “Pump it up, babe, you’re unstoppable!” Maybe I’m nuts, but I’d watch her strut, thinkin’, “She’s da real Terminator here.” Hah, imagine her wit a shotgun—BOOM—takin’ no shit!

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ANGELSLO ANGELSLO.

First off, I hit the streets of Angelslo, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, who even maintains these streets? I’m pretty sure I saw a squirrel laughing at me. Ugh, so embarrassing.

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