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About The Hague

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky gig, yeah? Ain’t like orderin’ a Cybertruck. Up in the mountains, you’d think it’s all pure vibes, crisp air, no bullshit. Wrong! There’s lore—old timers sayin’ back in the 1800s, miners’d haul gals up to shacks, pay ‘em in gold nuggets. Wild, right? Imagine that grind—hikin’ 10 miles uphill just to get laid. Respect the hustle, tho.

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After that, I wander down to the Markt. It’s this cute little square with shops and stuff. I’m checking out this store selling cheese. I mean, come on, it’s the Netherlands! I gotta try some cheese, right? I sample a few, and I’m in heaven. Gouda, Edam, you name it. I’m practically drooling.

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