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About The Hague

Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

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First off, I head down to the Kerkstraat. You know, the main drag. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my sermon for Sunday. Then BAM! I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, all clumsy-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Momo, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Momo? Really?”

Barn House Eelde / Kwint Architects + Aat Vos [silo.shapes]