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About The Hague

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

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Metaleptic gypsic [sic] whore.” The first has a beat that flows with the words while Porco's rhythm limps from line to line. This could be his intent but it.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. First off, I hit up the Markt. It’s like the heart of Epe, all those cute little shops and cafes. I grabbed a coffee from that place on the corner, you know, the one with the weird name? “De Koffieboon” or something. Tasted like heaven, but I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?

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