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About The Hague

Argh! I’m ready! So, me hearty, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—yep, that wild chase! I’m a mechanic, fixin’ cars all day, but sometimes ya gotta fix yer soul, right? Picture this: dystopia vibes, like *Children of Men*, no kiddos, just chaos, and I’m zoomin’ thru Bikini Bottom thinkin’, “The world’s gone black!”—like that line from the flick! I’m all hyper, bouncin’ off walls, tryna find some company, ya know?

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So, we finally get to the Genneperhuis, and it’s closed. Of course! Just my luck. I’m fuming. Like, why even have a sign if you’re not open? But Jeroen’s like, “Let’s just chill in the park.” So we head to het Kloosterpark. It’s nice, but there’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they keep kicking the ball our way. I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup.

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