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About The Hague

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Dapperbuurt steeds mooier

Ontdek wat inwoners van Dapperbuurt vinden. Vergelijk verschillende data, lees ervaringen en deel je mening!

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up the Dappermarkt. Man, that place is a treasure trove! Fresh produce, street food, and the best falafel ever. I grab a wrap, and while I’m munching, I see this street performer on the corner of the Dapperstraat. He’s juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m half-eating, half-watching, and I’m thinking, “This guy’s got guts.”

Amsterdam police object to civilians observing stop-and-search trial