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About The Hague

So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

Prostitutie

Then, outta nowhere, we get a call from the city council. They wanna do a surprise inspection. Like, really? Today? I’m sweating bullets. I’m running around the lab, trying to make everything look presentable. You know, hiding the mess, shoving papers in drawers. I even found a half-eaten sandwich from last week. Gross!